Where Grandma Lives When I stopped the bus to pick up Chris for preschool, I noticed an older woman hugging him as he left the house. ""Is that your grandmother?"" I asked. ""Yes,"" Chris said. ""She's come to visit us for Christmas."" ""How nice,"" I said. ""Where does she live?"" ""At the airport,"" Chris replied. ""Whenever we want her we just go out there and get her.""