There's a story famous in our family of me, probably around V's age I'd guess, asking my mother to refill my cup of milk by saying, "Mo moke Mo."
Years later, when my brother and I heard the story, we started calling my mom Mo.
When V was born, her first and only grandchild so far, my mom decided she'd like to be called Grandmo.
And so she is. V loves her Grandmo. There's always so much to get into at Grandmo's house.
I love it when we get to her house and V runs up to her Grandmo and gives her a big hug and kiss.
It warms my heart.