The Family Series by mrbrown (at Yahoo!): Random conversations on a Saturday night
"Papa," said Joy, my youngest one night, "Carry your granddaughter."
"My doll," my seven-year-old said, putting the diaper-wearing baby doll wrapped in a small towel in my arms.
"I have a granddaughter? Who is the mother?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Me lah!" she said, laughing.
"Then who is the father?" I know I am setting myself up… (cont'd)