I was Gaga first. I can prove it. Declared by my granddaughter and made official by the State of Texas. All the other grandmothers had laid claim to the desirable names; Nana, Mimi, Gigi, Gagme, etc. So I said I will be whatever she calls me. And I waited and repeated Graaa-ma about a million times and then one day when that baby was not even two years old she said, “hi doggy.” “Doggy!” Could I live with doggy? You bet. Anyone that has the unconditional love of a child can answer to “gagme.” But she quickly knew I wasn’t a doggy and changed it to Goggy and then Gaga. I ordered crowning vanity plates from the Lone Star State, which of course is unimpeachable validation.