Synopsis

If I were a grandma, then I’d be a sprightly little old lady. My heart would be big enough to fit in each and every one of my grandchildren – all 77 of them, at least! And I’d have gigantic, burly muscles for tossing them all into the air at once. Still, my hands would be as soft as downy feathers so that whenever I comforted and cuddled them, they’d know any problem would go away in seconds. I’d run around and roughhouse and play with my grandkids, tell them bedtime stories, and push them on the garden swing. They’d be as good as can be and would never get into trouble! And whenever I felt worn out and needed a break, I’d throw them the best party that 77 grandkids could ever dream of.