Is it a law that grandmothers have to noodge you? Or does that only apply to mothers' mothers?
I remember my grandmother noodging me to take a walk with her one time, when I was about sixteen. She was visiting my mom in her post-divorce apartment, and my grandmother wanted company at the ungodly hour of ten in the morning on a Sunday. She didn't whine or bite my head off: she just. Kept. Asking. Gaaah.
She's been dead since I was 19, but she's still noodging me to get going. Focal image done. Now to begin housing her.