That is so cute, Richard!!!! Oh to live nearby family that closely. I kind of still happened in Lindsey's age :o) I knew when Lindsey's friends were having something at their house they didn't like, because, sure enough, they would be eating at our place :o) The funny thing about it is, I use to freeze leftovers and make slops out of them. I never remembered what exactly I was slopping together, but Mike and Lindsey would both say, "You can make this again!!!" and I would say, "No I can't because I don't know what's in it :o)" If Lindsey's friends were eating with us, they would look at me and start laughing_I'll bet they were really thinking, "Wonder what I just ate?" LOL! Lynn Richard Emlin Reed wrote: Our children called my mother "back to Mammy" amd my wife's grandmother, "down to Mammy". The latter was less than a quarter mile from our house. Whenever my wife made something for supper that my younger son didn't like; he would say, "I'm going down to Mammy". One night, he returned in a few minutes. When my wife asked him what was the matter; he replied, "She's having the same thing you're having".