Son #1 called yesterday and told me that my grandson, while having a tiff with his mother, declared he was leaving and “going to Idaho”.
My daughter-in-law replied, “Fine with me. Good luck getting there!”
I didn’t blame him for wanting to return. After all, it’s paradise for young and old and in between.
And then there was his social life….
He was invited to the neighbor’s beach party and ate his first Twinkie.
But the highlight, according to my grandson, was this:
Who can blame the little guy for wanting to skip school and return to “Grandma’s lake”?
I miss him.