I'll tell you what I really really want

Over the weekend I went to dinner with my grandma at the Wrigley Mansion. It was pretty cool, except two incidents left me still wondering:

1. As we toured the mansion and came upon the gentlemen's quarters, I said, "Oh look, the knotty pine," referring to the wall paneling. Granny replied, "Oh, they get naughty in here all right!"

2. I had to read the menu to her, and one of the appetizers was Prince Albert Mussels. "What is Prince Albert?" she asked. I told her to just order it. She didn't, but for the rest of the meal she referred to Prince Albert consistently, and to how much he loves me. Straight-faced, all of it.

I can't shake the feeling that my Granny was punking me, all night long. And, really, it's kind of a fun thing to wonder about. Is this where I got my awful sense of humor??