After putting her grandchildren to bed one evening, a grandmother finally had a few quiet minutes to herself.

She changed out of her nice clothes and put on an old pair of slacks and a loose, droopy blouse. Then she went into the bathroom, washed her hair, and wrapped a towel around her head.

Just as she was beginning to relax, she heard giggling from the children’s bedroom.

At first, she ignored it.

Then came whispering.

Then came thumping.

Then came laughter, jumping, and the unmistakable sound of children who had absolutely no intention of going to sleep.

Grandmother’s patience began to disappear.

Finally, still wearing her old clothes and with the towel wrapped around her wet hair, she marched down the hall and stormed into their room.

“That is enough!” she said firmly. “Back into bed, all of you. No more talking, no more jumping, no more games. It is bedtime.”

The children froze. Without a word, they scrambled under the blankets.

Grandmother gave them one final serious look, turned off the light, and walked out of the room.

For a few seconds, everything was silent.

Then she heard the three-year-old whisper in a trembling voice,

“Who was THAT?”