My mom spent the last years of her life helping care for two of her great grand children, Mattie and Grayson. Mom developed a special relationship with Grayson, she was always telling us stories of his day, what he did and the funny things he said. Mom use to call them Grayson-isms . After her passing I found a notebook with a few of the “Graysonisms” written down.
One such story went like this
Grayson was fighting pillows in his room and fell and hit his mouth on the small metal chest. He was staying over night with Sharon… when Grayson called his mom that night telling her about the incident he said… “I fell and hit the 2 lines where the snot runs down from my nose.”