*returns home from an early morning jaunt to check up on her granddaughter (mostly making sure she hasn't fallen victim to Sudden Infant Death Syndrome or even just Sudden Infant Death)*
*fumbles her way through the front door with a take-out tray of coffees for whatever offspring, sisters-in-law, and sundry persons may happen to be hanging around* *no, Ambarussa, not for you; it'll stunt your growth*
*cheerfully, as she enters the living room and sees you stirring* Well, well. It lives!