Hazel is talking up a blue streak these days…and portions of conversations with her are actually coherent. I mean she is using full sentences and we are actually engaging in a back and forth exchange of ideas.

Fancy that!

Then there are the moments where she is talking to me in earnest and I can’t understand a single word she said. But she looks at me and ends it with “K Mi-ma?”

“Uh, okay Hazel.”, I reluctantly answer.

I can’t be 100% certain, but I think I just agreed to rub dijon mustard all over my exposed skin and race up and down the street with that crazy grand-baby of mine screaming for all to hear, “I love mustard!“.

She’s laughing hysterically at the visual so now I know that I DID agree to this crazy idea of hers.

Oh God.

Pardon me, but do you have any Grey Poupon?