Four.

This is my grandmother.(Third from left, second from right, not to be confused with that cutie pie on my hip.) She's adorable. And she's spicy. And yesterday as we sang her Happy Birthday, she sashayed in place. She's always loved dancing and I do too. (I think I'll do the same when I turn eighty eight.)

My mother is spicy too. And so is my Robs. (It's genetic, as so many things tend to be.)

But may I present: Four generations of spice.

Happy Birthday Grandma!