my grandparents are staying with us this week for...
Me: *dutifully making breakfast for geriatrics*
Grandma; *comes downstairs, enters kitchen*
Grandma: Carlo, guess what my sugar was this morning
Grandma: just guess!
Grandma: ... you lie. you heard me say about 120 yesterday
Grandma: it was 89!
Me: is that... good?
Grandpa: yes, its good!
Grandma: yeah! Very good! Partay!
Grandpa: yeah! Raise the roof!