I’m blessed to be called Grandma by three beautiful grandchildren. It’s a mighty title of distinction. Seriously, these kids have validated the reason I believe in all things funny. They are also my greatest excuse to act out. In their presence, especially after one glass of wine and a “come on, Grandma” plea to record a video on their iPhones, I morph into a poor imitation of Taylor Swift, dancing and singing, all the while thinking I’m good enough to be her stand-in.