Finding grandma
I bet that you can remember the embarrassing sinking feeling in your stomach combined with panic as you realized you’d grabbed the hand of someone who wasn’t your dad while wandering through the store, or down the street. It’s somewhere up with calling your teacher “Mom!” accidentally.
This rite of passage that was overheard in Walmart is nothing special, but the dad’s response is unintentionally hilarious. Did this grandma look exactly like the little boy’s or is the implication that all grandma’s look the same? Perhaps there’s some kind of Grandma Kit that gets delivered with the news of your new grandchild. Grey hair dye, and a bag full of boiled sweets, perhaps.