Scene: Grandma rocking little boy, he's half asleep.
Boy: Gramma, you're getting old.
GM: Hmmm, yes, I am.
B: You have those little things on your face.
GM: Hmmmm, yup, I do....(GM thinking-sign me up for the next facelift)
B: "Gramma, I don't want you to leave this earf."
GM: Ok, buddy, I'll be around for awhile I think.....