Foxy, congrats on becoming a granny, and Bruce welcome to the ranks of us old farts (meant in the nicest way)! Your not officially a dinky die OF until reaching the lofty heights of grandparism. I'm up for my second next Feb.
My partner "T" has 8 actual mokopunas (grandchildren), the oldest a 6'6" giant, weights in at about 115kg and plays front row forward, literally, "T" fits under his armpit. She is also "gran" to dozens of others in her extended family.
I find nothing funnier than watching this little 5 foot nothing, 60kg woman, giving a real bollocking to a huge "moko" from the extended family, dressed in leathers, motorbike near by, for being in trouble, its all "yes nan, no nan, I'll keep out of trouble nan, from now on, sorry nan!"...and so you better or you'll have me to deal with!" Strange sight indeed. For the girls it always Nanny "T" or for the older ones up to about age 40, its aunty. Its all about respect for elders

Dear Paul,

Thank You.

And All the Best to you and yours for February.
Your partner sounds like a wonderful Nan and her
grandchildren are so lucky to have her.

Thanks Foxy, and Paul.
My Nan was like that, quietly spoken and never once raised her hand to anyone, but she had...THE LOOK!
Our parents could give us hidings, and did, and I always laughed in their faces, but that LOOK, we dreaded that more than anything, it could melt steel at half a mile!
She was an old Station girl, tough as nails with a heart of gold and we grew up wrapped in her love, but woe betide any of us who stepped out of line, we got LOOKed at!
I used to try it with my own sproggs but all I ever got was giggles and.."Are you all right Dad, you look a bit weird"

Dear Bruce,

I know what you mean about THE LOOK.
We had a Scottish Headmistress at the
All Girls' High School I attended.
And she had THE LOOK. When anyone of us
got called down to her office - she'd
make us wait outside - and when ushered
into her office - I'd confess before she
even asked - to everything I thought I'd
done wrong.