I nodded while being tickled at his terminology.
He went and got the notebook and a pen and gave it to me. Then he said, "Granny, why do you smile everyday even though you cannot talk?"
I wrote, "Because I have so much to be grateful for."
"But my teacher said it's a hard life when you lose one of your primary senses."
I wrote, "I lost all my senses the day I gave my life to God." I poked him and smiled. "I hate that you will never know the sound of my voice or hear me sing to you, but look at how much better our conversation is going with us sitting here like this. And, guess what else? I'm the only person in the family you never have to worry about cutting you off."
He laughed and hugged me. "Granny, you are super brave, like super granny. I'll call you super granny from now on."
We both laughed and I hugged him again. He walked out of the room and for the first time in a long time, I hated that I couldn't audibly tell God how much I loved and adored him for such a special family.