It's always good to remember the good times. Your grandpa's delivery is priceless. Reminds me of an exchange with my grandma before the first date with the girl who ended up my wife.Grandma: And where do you thing you're going?
Me (exiting my 12-year old cousin's birthday party): I have a date, Gramma.
Grandma (giving me the fisheye): Did you just graduate from high school yesterday?
Me (she was there): Yes, Gramma.
Grandma (shaking her head): Well, be good. And if you can't be good, be careful. And if you can't be careful, name it after me!
Entire room: GRAMMA!
Grandma: (cackles in glee.)
I exit, stage right, blushing furiously, but laughing. It *was* a good first date.
Dementia sucks. You've got my sympathy.