Happy Birthday, Baba

Today my Grandmother turned 95 years old. 

95 YEARS OLD! 

Sorry, I just look at that number and can't really grasp it.

I had a conversation with her recently that's fitting to share today, since it is her birthday, and also because just last night while making dinner, my onions caught fire in the oven requiring a frantic call to 911. Thankfully the dispatcher told me exactly what to do and the fire subsided before any trucks were sent to the house. That being said, here's a snippet of our conversation:

Baba:

"Honey do you remember you used to call the firemen and tell them that the neighbor's house was on fire?"

Me:

"I did? When?"

Baba;

"When you were very young. You said you wanted to see the fire trucks."

Me:

"So I'd call 911?"

Baba:

"Yes, you did this a few times, honey."

Me:

"Ok."

Her memory of the past is amazing.