My DIL Said I Was Too Old to Babysit, but She Messed with the Wrong Grandma
I’ve never been the stereotypical grandmother. I’m not the type to sit in a rocking chair knitting scarves all day — I’m the one roller-skating through the park, signing up for salsa classes at midnight, and doing puppy yoga just because it sounded amusing. At seventy-nine, slowing down wasn’t even in my vocabulary. If you’d…