Ah the joys of grandparenting: small children who love us without question, who will come and cuddle up with us to hear us read a story and who, as they get a little older, will program our iPhone and show us how to download Netflix. They're still interested in hearing about what life was like for their parents when they were little tykes or for us when we were toddlers or teens.
Such wonders come with a price. Friends whose grown child and three grandchildren live nearby are often called on to babysit–something they don't mind doing. They've been to soccer games and volleyball tournaments, clarinet recitals and dance performances. But sometimes the daytime, weekend duties are a little harder to take. To wit, an email from these very same friends that arrived this morning:
"We ended up at [my son's] most of yesterday, covering for him as he had a week-end 2-day exam. We spent an endless afternoon at a so-called Pine Derby car racing competition for scouts, which my grandson participated in. There ought to be medals for the attendees!"
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