When Seth was a baby/young toddler, we couldn’t get him to refer to Jim’s mom as anything. Not Grandma, not Nana, not Memaw, not any moniker you can imagine for grandmother.
But for about the last 9-12 months, the way he says “grandma,” in his Ohio-meets-Tennessee accent, comes out as gree-maw. And we’ve waited and waited for it to change, because it just sounds so backwoods and hick-ish, but…..
Greema it is.
And he loves her like no one else.