Who's Your Grandma?

I went to Popcorn Pops, an outdoor music concert, this past Friday, with Shawn, several friends from work, and their families. It was great weather and fun music and nice food and drinks. Shawn and I brought a barrel of laughs, otherwise known as a barrel of wine. The kids targeted Shawn and myself, and the next thing I knew, we were playing tag. Lucie, my friend Amy's first daughter, fell in love with Shawn (is there a female around these days that isn't in love with him?). She told Shawn that he was her boyfriend and Shawn told her that I might be jealous. So then she started to taunt me, "Jealous? Are you jealous?" Later, she asked me, "Whose mom are you?" When I told her I was no one's mom, she asked, "Are you some one's grandma?" WHAT?! I was horrified by thought that Shawn will run away with Lucie in 20 years and I am going to tied to a walker with tennis ball feet. We actually had a great time with the kids, but when Shawn and I got home, we were tired, worn out, and a little broken. Maybe I am someone's grandma....