We went to Gabe’s work holiday party on Saturday and so the kids spent the night at their Grandparents house.
It was fantastic. I got to sleep nine whole hours in a row.
Everybody loves it when the kids stay over there. Nonny and Papa love having the kids over, their dog loves it, Gabe and I get a break and Ian and Claudia really have fun at their house.
I always thought it was because Nonny and Papa have cool toys and let them sleep in sleeping bags and use flashlights. Now while I still believe this to be true, I also found out some other reason why they are so willing to leave home for the night.
When the kids got home yesterday Ian wasn’t feeling so well. He said his tummy hurt. I asked him what he ate for lunch. He said “Chicken nuggets, french fries, water and chocolate cake”. Okay. That is a lot of food, but Ian eats like a longshoreman anyway.
Then I asked him what he ate for breakfast.
“A bagel and chocolate cake”.
I said “You ate chocolate cake for breakfast?”
“Yes. Papa gived it to me.”
Ian is generally pretty accurate about food, but these kids have been known to make stuff up, so I asked his sister.
“Claudia, what did you eat for breakfast?”
“A bagel. And chocolate cake.”
This might all explain why my current granddaughter, Purple Baby, thinks that this is okay.*
Yeah. I’m sure the grandparents are laughing their asses off right now. I’m not mad at them, but I am already planning on what I am going to feed my grandchildren when they come to my house. I am going to jack them up on candy buy them some kazoos and recorders and send them home.
* I took this picture a couple of weeks ago and I wasn’t sure how I was going to fit it in. Until now.