Great-grandparents. They were exactly as fun as they appear.
She babysat my mom frequently. She was a hysterical worrier who every weekend would say things like, “Your parents aren’t back yet! They’re dead in a ditch, I just know it. They’re dead in a ditch, and we’ll have to raise you and your brother, and we’re too old for it.” Give or take, I think this is why my mom grew up to read books by televangelists.
