Me: That’s not dressing.
Gma: Yes it is.
Me: Um, that’s horseradish sauce.
Gma: No, it’s dressing.
Gma proceeds to stir in the horseradish to her salad ignoring anything I might have to say and arrives in the living room to eat her lunch.
Gma: Wow! This dressing is hot! My mouth is on fire and nostrils are clear.
Me: Because that wasn’t salad dressing. That was horseradish, straight up.
Gma: It was?
Me: Yep. I’ll try to move it behind the actual dressings to save yourself next time.
Gma: Why didn’t you warn me?