When my grandson was 3 years old my daughter told him that Grandma was going to meet them at the pumpkin patch, he asked what Grandma, (he wanted to know if it was my mother, his great grandma or me), so she told him regular grandma, meaning not great grandma. When I got there I took my grandson and started walking with him while my daughter got my baby granddaughter out of the car. He looks up at me and says, “Are you regular Grandma?”, to which I responded, (not knowing what my daughter had told him earlier) I am not regular, I am a little kooky I think.” So from that moment on I have now become “Kooky Gramma” to all 4 of my grandchildren! A title that I hold very dear!!