A Gramma married to a Grampa

While driving around town the other day, there was a little old man obviously confused on which lane to drive in. Brian says something along the line, "Easy Grampa, pick a lane." I looked at him and said, "I'm a Gramma now." He smiled and said, "Yeah, I know." I smiled back and said, "And you're a GRAMPA!" We both started laughing. I guess people can now tell us: "Pick a lane, Gramma/Grampa!"