By the time she reached her late eighties, my grandmother
("Grand-Mama") was in a perpetual bad mood. On Christmas
Day, I told Grand-Mama that we were going to take her picture,
and that she'd better smile.
"I refuse!" she scowled at me indignantly. "I
don't have a single thing to smile about!"
"Ah, but you do," I told her. "Because
if you don't smile, I'm going to pinch you on your shoulder!"
We gathered around the fireplace for the picture, and I pinched
her very gently, and Grand-Mama broke down and laughed.