Gma: Is that you, honey?
Me: No grandma, its a burglar doing dishes. (Laughter) Of course it’s me.
Gma: Don’t scare me like that. I thought you were in your room.
Me: I was in my room, now I’m in the kitchen. The slave has escaped. (Chuckle)
Walking back toward my room
Me: (Yelling) I’m going back to my room.
Gma: Okay. Is everything locked up?
Me: Yep. (This is the third time we discussed this in the last two hours).