Friday night, my daughter Toots and I took 12 boys to a Batting cage in Springfield for Sid's 10th birthday. I had a ball. One of Sid's friends crawled in front seat and I told him he had to hold my purse and my Pepsi. He wasn't long in getting out of there and telling Toots that that old lady was crazy. He did get back in. Those 5 boys giggles, sang rap? and told stories. Next they were calling me Granny, then Grammy and that turned into Grammy Cracker, My new name.