Little Stuff, the grandaughter, brought her mother over this morning to build a snowman.
As the work of art grew, Mommy and I referred to it as a snowlady. 'No," says Little Stuff, "It is a snowman. It is also a lady." Grampa, on hearing this, cheered and mentioned how much he has mourned the passing of 'chairman'. Maybe when Little Stuff gets old enough to save the world, she'll rationalize the English language.