It's such a grand thing to be a mother of a mother - that's why the world calls her grandmother

"Me and my Mexican Grandma"

a not-so-personal encounter
with a larger-than-life grandmother

Lawyers should never ask a Mexican grandma a question if they aren't prepared for the answer:

In a trial in a small town in Texas, a prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a Mexican grandmother, an elderly woman to the stand.

He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Sanchez, do you know me?"

She responded, "Si, I mean, yes, I know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a chavalito, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you will never amount to nothin' but a two bit paper pusher. Yes I know you."

The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, "Mrs. Sanchez, do you know the defense attorney?"

She replied, "Why yes I do. I've known Mr. Rodriguez since he was a chavalito, too. He's lazy, gordo, and he has a drinking problem. He can't have a normal relationship with nobody, and he has the worst law practice in the state. Ha! And not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different putas. One of them was your wife. You member? Yes, I know Mr. Rodriguez; his mama is not proud of him."

The defense attorney almost died.

The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and in a very quiet voice said, "If either of you pendejos ask her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair."

I miss my Nanay. I really do.
And I kid you not.