I took two of the chickadees to the kitchen, where one of the mums works. She introduced herself, "I'm Dee, Lochie's mum."
I promptly said, "No, I'm Lochie's mum,"
Ki laughed. "No Hammy, you not Lochie's Mum."
"I must be your mum then," I said.
"Who's mummy am I then?" I asked Ki.
"You your mummy's mum."
"Just what I always wanted," I said. "To be my own grandma."