Until I was 7, my grandmother, "Babcia" in our Polish-American family, lived upstairs from me. I would frequently go up to her apartment, because that's what little kids do. And after a while I'd get rowdy, because that's what little kids do, too.
And after a while, when she had had enough, she would say "You're going to make me angry! You know what I look like when I'm angry? I look like this!" and would blow up her cheeks and give me a stern look and put her hands on her hips.
And of course it was the funniest thing ever, and I would start laughing like crazy...
And after a while, when she had had enough, she would say "You're going to make me angry! You know what I look like when I'm angry? I look like this!" and would blow up her cheeks and give me a stern look and put her hands on her hips.
And of course it was the funniest thing ever, and I would start laughing like crazy...