Once upon a time, there were four of the best brothers who ever were. They were handsome, charming, funny, and oh, just everything nice.
I had the opportunity to meet them on a sunny Saturday afternoon, when after knocking on their front door it opened wide with no one appearing to be there. Peeking inside, I saw a shy little man standing in the corner, smiling back at me.
It didn't take long to become friends with these brothers. One by one they told me their full names but then added "but you can call me..." with their nickname. So when I told them my name but they could call me whatever they liked, I was called "Bobby Jo Grandma" from thence forth. It suits me, I think...
Anyhow, I don't know why I'm still writing because you'll just see the cuteness in these faces and you'll want to have four boys too. Who will probably call you Bobby Jo Grandma.