Telling grandma the rules for Poppy while I'm in Greece

I'm going over the rules for well, I'm in Greece. I'm going for 13 days. You need to party. Actually listening. Set. Do we look like we're interested in the rules? No, we don't. What about any of this that tells you that we're interested in any rules that you have? I raised two children. I had four boxers. First rule is that she should only be eating her dog food. That I send. Raw Mave. That's all she eats. "Aint no way we follow that." She farm freeze dried treats. Because she's crying because she hates those treats. She hates the next rule?? Is cake. Like, mom, she has to be, she has to be only eating healthy items. No cake from whole foods, no chantilly cake. When leave? Sunday. She's crying for country. What? Don't why check. You could probably get an earlier flight. You and that peasant father. Crackers during the trip. It's just a bunch of horse. It's calories. Rule, you know, kitchen. Her to not obsessed. Always so always don't what? Stop. Silence. That's quiet. While please follow rules? Of course, we will. We will follow those rules diligently everyday. Poppy, will you follow rules? "What rules?" Mama's okay? Mama trusts you. Mama doesn't trust grandma. Trust this, that. Earlier flight off.