My mom has a pretty good sense of humor. On occasion, when we were growing up, and probably just about over listening to “mom! mom! mom!” all day, she would look at us (with an arched eyebrow, if I recall correctly) and tell us, “You may call me Mrs. Carlson.”

Evidently, she’s told people at work that she’ll be a grandmother soon, and someone asked her what she would have the baby call her. (I didn’t know there were real options besides Grandma . . . so I didn’t know if that question was about the relationship of the child to her, or what . . . evidently Nana is quite popular.) My mom just looked at the woman and said, “Mrs. Carlson, of course.”