At Least We Know This Kid Won’t Be Taken In By Scammers

I’m about five years old and am lucky enough for both my grandmothers and one of my great-grandmothers to be alive. While I have met my great-grandmother, she lives farther away, so I am not as familiar with her as I am with my grandmother.

My mother is making dinner and has her hands full when the phone rings, so she asks me to pick it up and see who it is. It’s my great-grandmother.

Me: “Hello, [Last Name] residence. May I ask who’s calling?”

Great-Grandmother: “Hi, [My Name]! This is your grandma! How are you today?”

At this point, I decide the voice doesn’t match the voice of either my Grandma or my Oma.

Me: “You aren’t my grandma.” *Click*

Mom: “Who was that?”

Me: “I don’t know.”

The phone rings again.

Me: “Hello, [Last Name] residence. May I ask who’s calling?”

Great-Grandmother: “[My Name]! That wasn’t very nice. Why did you hang up on your grandma?”

Me: “You aren’t my grandma.” *Click*

On the third call, my mother answered, and that was the day we decided that my great-grandmother should start going by “GG”.