Comments Say the Baby Is My Grandson; I Insist He's an Imposter

At the one-month baby celebration, my daughter-in-law held out the precious grandson she'd conceived only after six rounds of IVF and asked me to name him. Instead, I pulled out a bottle of weed-killer poison and a length of rope, and told her to pick one. She was horrified. "Mom, today is Bobby's one-month celebration. Choosing something like this is bad luck." The online comments were tearing me apart too. Your son has a low sperm count. You have no idea how much your daughter-in-law suffered to finally have this baby, and now you actually want to kill him?