A Funny Grandparents Story #1

So I mentioned in my first ever blog post (woohoo!!) that I have a couple of crazy grandparents. And I know most of you thought, yeah, my grandparents are loony too. No really, my grandparents are crazy. Not like senile crazy, like just nutty! We go to visit them out in Prairie Village every Sunday. It becomes tedious at times, but I know they appreciate the visits. And even though we grumble about it when we are so hungover we can't even see straight, we always have fun. My grandparents have done above and beyond for me and for the hubs. Seriously, hubs is like their favorite I swear! When my mom died my Grandma and I became even closer and I swear sometimes we are the same person.

Usually my brother comes over on Sundays (and a lot of other days too, he's still in college and has a much more flexible schedule, plus they feed him.). However, brother is in Greece this semester doing study abroad. He is having the time of his life, and hearing about his adventures is so fun! Well one cold Wednesday at the beginning of February the hubs, the g-parents and I all ventured out to the airport to see brother off to Athens. As we were waiting, grandma decided that brother hadn't packed enough crap, and she needed to buy him so more stuff. So off they went to the airport gift shop/bookstore/snack kiosk so she could buy him snacks and dramamine and kleenex and just about every other overpriced item imaginable.

As the g-parents and the hubs and I were sitting down to dinner after seeing off the world traveler, Grandma starts telling us about the stuff she bought him and Grandpa chimes in to tell us that on the drive up to the airport, Grandma couldn't help but inquire as to his opinion on the status of brothers virginity.

Yep, she really did. Oh, and that's not the first time she has inquired. A few months ago she and I were doing dishes after Sunday dinner and she sought my opinion on the subject as well. Now, my brother and I are pretty close, but never have we felt the need to discuss anything related to...well...that. So at that time I politely told her to mind her own business. Grandpa on the other hand told her that as brother is a healthy early 20's male, he would imagine she can answer that question herself. Yeah. So it only seemed natural for me to ask grandma at dinner after that airport visit if she bought brother any condoms at the airport gift shop/bookstore/snack kiosk. She looked at me thoughtfully for a minute and says

"No, but I should have! We don't need any Greek babies coming home!"

And that is why I love my grandparents. (the above statement is absolutely not meant to be derogatory against any wonderful Greek people out there)