Dec 28, 2007
Only In My Family...
If I came across a blog that talked about their grandkids, I'd probably skip that blog or at least the post but you gotta hear this...
Yes, let me introduce you...on the right is my 6 year old Grandson, lil' Bill. He's a good kid, a little sassy to his Mom sometimes but the child is full of wonder, intelligence and a real joy. On the left, is 3 year old Samantha Jean, who was named thusly as when I was pregnant with her Daddy, if I had a girl, I would have named her Samantha Jean.
She looks innocent...
I am pretty lucky as I hear from one or all three of my sons, almost daily.
Unfortunately or rather with mixed emotions, my two younger sons tend to call me when ever they are pooping. I guess a call is a call and I am just grateful to hear from them and get Grandkid updates and so on.
So, the other night I was on the phone with my middle son, Bill, Samantha's Dad. He has pretty much given up on the ol leisure poop, reading a Playboy or Maxxim's, with the door closed, along with privacy and so forth. Chock full o'questions, the kids are always opening the door. It comes with the parental territory, I suppose? Luckily for me, these calls are not a graphic affair, as you might suspect with grunting and so forth but I have been blessed with an occasional sound of a torrential blow out. Yes, TMI but I try not to listen or focus on the negative and just be glad I get a call, from my sons, a time out, shared in their busy day. My sons, all have a kick ass sense of humor, often dark and they inherited the "laughing inappropriately," from me. But this time, Bill was dead serious when he asked, his wife;
"Halena, why are there Pop Tarts in my underwear?"
So, of course, I had to ask, "Bill, why are there Pop Tarts in your underwear? He then explained to me that Samantha likes to put things in the dryer and gave a list of things, they'd found in the dryer such as cookies, pop tarts, the cat..."The cat?," I asked. He went on to explain that Samantha was a terror and had put the cat in the freezer, thrown it out the window and he mentioned that the cat didn't like it at all in the freezer but,"He loved it when she put him in the fridge. I opened it up to get a Mountain Dew and there was the cat, chillin, eating Pepperoni Rolls. He got mad when I took him out and stood, meowing, scratching at the refrigerator door. He wanted back in."
She's Daddy's lil girl for sure. You can tell he's a bit more stern with lil Bill but his, "Baby Girl," can pretty much do no wrong. "I bet that poor cat is terrified of her, huh?, I asked, sort of laughing. "Does he run when he sees her coming, I know I would?" I asked, assuming the obvious. He kinda laughed and then said, rather seriously, "Oh no, that cat loves her to death. When I go and unlock her bedroom door, in the morning, the cat's right there and can't wait to get in there with her."
Then it dawned on me, what he'd just said. Now, I try not to lecture my kids, they don't take too kindly to it, anyway. I sometimes have to bite my lip and let go of the reigns, in that parenting department as they are not my kids.Yes, these are my Grandkids but I must know my place and be respectful, you know, don't step on their toes and so on.
Now, I can't pretend and I was a bit concerned as his statement hit me. I was now entering, walking that fine line but it became an absolute must to find out why he locks the door? I didn't like the sounds of this and by God, if I ever thought my Grandbabies were ever neglected or abused, you frigin right, I'm crossing the line. Yep, I do not care as I'd open a whole can o'whoop ass and if anyone hurt my Grandbabies, I'd have to cloud up and rain all over their asses. I'm still a mother bear.
"Bill, uh...um...uh...why do you lock Sam up, in her room?" There was a bit of hesitation and I was kinda waiting to get the proverbial boot for my nosy, as usual questions. I could detect a bit of a defensive stance as he matter of factly told me he had to. "Ma, you don't understand. I've come out, heard a noise in the middle of the night and it's Samantha. She gets up, 2-3am and will be sitting out in the living room with a bag of chips, watching a movie. I've gone out there and she's eating bologna playing Xbox with the cat. We finally started locking the door, when I heard the front door open. She was headed down the stairs, in the middle of the night."
She's just like her Grandma!