"Ensuring your future coziness" (You're Welcome)!

On Friday night Kristy and I were elected to watch over Diana and Tony's two boys, Trenton and Caleb, while they (Tony and Diana), attempted to flee to a foreign country in hopes of living a peaceful, quiet life in an "incognito" sort of way, or at least that's what I was guessing. Their "cover-story" was much simpler than that, as they told us that they were only going "bowling", but I'm guessing that they couldn't clear customs, or possibly had some kind of passport problems, forcing them to return home again. In any case, "grandma and grandpa" found themselves faced with the task of trying to entertain our two young grand-boys for a couple of hours, but only after an unsuccessful plot to fake our deaths in a horrible freeway accident had been uncovered by close family members. Of course I'm just joking, which I will illustrate here by inserting this "Ha-Ha"! We had a great time with the boys! Trenton, who will be four years old in March, ( and is apparently powered by some type of "rocket-fuel" that even NASA has trouble obtaining), is extremely intelligent and has the bright, "knowing" type of eyes that constantly emit feelings of "trust" in whoever looks at him, much in the same way as you trusted your best friend in high school not to throw that egg at you, despite the fact that he or she was sneaking up on you at the time. Trenton is destined to be the "life" of the party just about anywhere he goes, and is already somewhat of a "ladies man", or at least that's what I heard from his uncle Cuyler, who apparently caught Trenton taking a pee recently while using Kailey's hand to aim. Caleb, on the other hand, at 16 months, is still gravely serious about most matters, and generally displays no more signs of a "party- animal" gene in him than what you would find in an average desk-top stapler. Caleb HAS finally warmed up to grandpa though, and it's comforting to know that when he comes up to me with his little arms stretched toward the ceiling he only wants me to pick him up and hold him, rather than the whole "strangle grandpa" theory I had a few scant months ago. It still amazes me how two young brothers can be so different from each other, yet so close to each other. Diana and Tony are extremely good parents and are raising a good set of boys, with their only bad decision so far being to let grandpa have access to the kids. In the boys bedroom is a "Rules" board, with the rules being written in "hopefully" washable magic marker. Rule #1: No fits! #2: Listen to mommy and daddy! #3: No hitting, kicking, or biting! #4: No bad words! I thought this was a grand idea, but after a lengthy discussion with both boys, (mostly about the effects of "cap and trade", "national health care", and our nations security), we unanimously decide to add rule number five, which simply states that "Democrats are Jackasses". Fortunately, Tony and Diana are still speaking to me, even though they probably wish I would have stayed in Nebraska, which is also the "gist" I get from the rest of the family. Looking back though, I think I got here just in time! After all, seriously "good" parenting is something that shouldn't be taken lightly, and usually takes a "professional" like me to correct! And once again (just in case), this is only intended to get a smile or laugh, and should never be taken seriously! I assure you that grandpa would never do anything to hurt the ones he loves, and also remind you ladies that I "loved" quite a few of you in the middle seventies! Ha Ha! Just a Joke! Let's NOT "Report as abuse" to facebook! Have a Great week Friends!