I'm just sayin'

You have not known a surreal experience until you try to have a conversation with your mother and your technophobic, mentally wandering, Ass. of God grandmother via webcam.

Grandma: Do you have contacts now? Your eyes look really, really blue.
Me: It's the Spice intake, it...
Mom (cutting me off): It's just the monitor, Mom. Don't worry about it.
Grandma: Spice? What does that...
Mom (cutting Grandma off): Don't worry about it, Mom.

*later, after I have sent them a sample of Super Roommate J's photography work, which involved our drafting chair and some stalks of wheat*
Grandma: Is he an Indian?
Me: I don't think so, no.
Grandma: What nationality is he?
Me: Chunky white boy?
Mom: Why did you think he was an Indian?
Grandma: Does he eat a lot of pancakes?
Me: Um.... not especially?
Grandma: Is he from Macon, Georgia?
Me: No, he's from here. Why do you ask?
Grandma: Well, I just thought... (trails off)
*I send another file, in which a pipe turns into Nanashi the corn snake*
Grandma (triumphantly): Now I know he's from Georgia!
Mom (in a soothing tone): Mom, why don't you come sit down over here. *Featherynscale*'s going to show us her cat. *Featherynscale*, go find your cat and show him to us.
Me: *Blinky?*

Can anyone elucidate that last conversation for me, or is Grandma just losing it?

I'm just sayin'

You have not known a surreal experience until you try to have a conversation with your mother and your technophobic, mentally wandering, Ass. of God grandmother via webcam.

Grandma: Do you have contacts now? Your eyes look really, really blue.
Me: It's the Spice intake, it...
Mom (cutting me off): It's just the monitor, Mom. Don't worry about it.
Grandma: Spice? What does that...
Mom (cutting Grandma off): Don't worry about it, Mom.

*later, after I have sent them a sample of Super Roommate J's photography work, which involved our drafting chair and some stalks of wheat*
Grandma: Is he an Indian?
Me: I don't think so, no.
Grandma: What nationality is he?
Me: Chunky white boy?
Mom: Why did you think he was an Indian?
Grandma: Does he eat a lot of pancakes?
Me: Um.... not especially?
Grandma: Is he from Macon, Georgia?
Me: No, he's from here. Why do you ask?
Grandma: Well, I just thought... (trails off)
*I send another file, in which a pipe turns into Nanashi the corn snake*
Grandma (triumphantly): Now I know he's from Georgia!
Mom (in a soothing tone): Mom, why don't you come sit down over here. *Featherynscale*'s going to show us her cat. *Featherynscale*, go find your cat and show him to us.
Me: *Blinky?*

Can anyone elucidate that last conversation for me, or is Grandma just losing it?