My grandmother has too many bags. Why she doesn't just stuff all that into one bag is beyond me.

The conversation went something like this:

Ma: (looking at my LG Voyager) Is that a phone? Clara showed me some picture of her dog on her phone the other day.

Me: (showing her the photo I'd just taken on my phone without her knowing, not a moment before) I can take photos on my phone too. See? Isn't she cute?

Ma: Who? Oh, that witch.