Awkward.

Overheard in a room of four people, one of which was me.

Mother: Tell the lady why you don't like grandma and grandpa.
Little Girl: Lemme out.
Mother: Go ahead, tell her why you don't like them.
Little Girl: Kitty wants go out.
Mother: Why honey? Why don't you like them?
Little Girl: grammy and grampy awnrunks.
Lady doesn't understand.
Mother: (laughs) Grandma and grandpa are drunks.
Lady's smile kind of freezes.
Mother: Not really though. She just says that.