Oh, grandparents…

E sits on the couch, blowing spit bubbles. Not the messy, drooly kind of a novice, but tiny, practiced, delicate ones, which she sucks neatly back in before they splatter.

Still, it icks me out.

“Quit that,” I say, watching her catch one in the nick of time. “It’s nasty.”

Somehow, she miraculously keeps one balanced on the tip of her tongue, then pops it to say, “The Grandparents say they’re beautiful.”

I hide a smile. Two sets of grandparents within five miles, and nary a one would tell her anything she does is not fantastic.

“Grandparents are different,” I say.

Yet another bubble perches on her lips.

“I know,” she says. “They say yes, and you say NO.”

And that is how it should be, punkin.

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  1. Inane Chicken Posse Sunday - 27 / 07 / 2008 Reply
    That's the way it works, unless you are our kids and then you have a couple hard-ass grandmas who take ZERO SHIT. They feed them crap and let them watch tv until their brains rot, but heaven help the kids if they forget their Ps and Qs. I let them tell extra poop jokes when they come home.
  2. Devilish Southern Belle Sunday - 27 / 07 / 2008 Reply
    Just think, you'll get to encourage her kids to do things that ick her out one of these days!
  3. Diane Sunday - 27 / 07 / 2008 Reply
    When I got pregnant with my first, my mom would often say to me, Grandchildren are the reason parents manage not to kill their teenagers. Can't you just feel the love? Oh, my kids do. Yes, they are spoiled rotten and I am a meanie.
  4. Myra Sunday - 27 / 07 / 2008 Reply
    Don't you just want to ask your parents why they were so opinionated about you and why everything about their grandchildren is suddenly perfect? Maybe that's just me.
  5. WPoFD Sunday - 27 / 07 / 2008 Reply
    My grandparents had NO faith whatsoever in their daughter's ability to raise children. My memories of trips to visit my very conservative G-parents at their stuffy, ultra-snobby Rockville home are dark. My grandfather was a stern, angry man who had no empathy and even less tolerance for weakness in any form. It brought me and my brothers closer, and further alienated my mom from the rest of the family. Much, much later in life I realize how like my grandfather I am, how unlike my mother or my brothers I've become. And I haven't spoken to anyone in my family since 2003. My parental and grand-parental upbringing had such an impact upon my psyche that, at 35, I realize it is the foundation of my complete, and total disinterest and outright fear of being a father. Some people have nightmares of nuclear war or being buried alive, I have nightmares of my girlfriend's pregnancy test being positive. Wow. TMI?
  6. rockrollmama Sunday - 27 / 07 / 2008 Reply
    You guys are funny. See, we have A LOT of grandparent interaction around here, as my parents are 5 minutes in one direction, and D's are five minutes in the other. D's parents care for the lil guys two days a week, and with his travel schedule, you know I just bow down and kiss their feet for it. I would have gone insane these past two years if not for them. That said, it's so funny and cute to me how the kids already get that there are different sets of rules for parents and grandparents. But I love watching them develop a relationship with them. And yes, my kids are SO getting away with stuff my mom would have cracked down on me for. WP- Having known you for quite some time now, although not as much in recent years, I think you may recognize pieces of yourself in your grandad, but I doubt you're like him. The person I knew had such a good heart, coupled with an intense sense of humor and a lot of walls. There can be walls, but I have difficulty believing that what's underneath fundamentally changes, and what I knew of you, although sometimes angry, was always empathetic. So, while not actively hoping for a "Mistake", I have no doubt that if one took place, you'd make a kickass dad.

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