I have gathered undeniable proof that my parents love my kids more than they loved me. I’m okay with it, no really I am. The only reason I even bring it up is to let them know “Hey, let’s try to keep things in perspective.” They have a hard time with perspective when it comes to the grand kids. I have compiled a list to help them remember. As they say the proof is in the pudding. And the pudding is “truth” flavored. And it has a side of “grand kids are the best ever…” And I should probably stop that and get to the facts.
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Proof number one: They won’t let the girls within two miles of the highway (or 50 yards ,whatever). I agree with this rule and I also enforce it. However when I think back to childhood I can’t help but remember that time mom took us bike riding on the highway with the semis rushing by. I think I was 4 or 5. We rode on the edge of the road. What do they call it again? The safe zone? No, no they don’t call it that because it would be a lie. If you aren’t singing “Highway to The Danger Zone” right now in your head, I don’t even know you anymore.
Proof number two: I’m pretty sure that any time an injury occurs to the granddaughters I am side-eyed by both of my parents for at least a week after. The injuries are skinned knees and things of that nature. Standard summer collateral. I don’t think they even realized my knees were supposed to have skin on them until 15 years old. The princesses are endlessly fawned over for injuries. Up to, but not limited to, a little litter transport system.
Proof number three: When I’m crying, yelling and being disorderly- all the sudden I’ve had “too much to drink.” When they are crying and yelling belligerently, they are all the sudden “tired.” See the double standard there? Enough to make you sick, isn’t it?
There are more examples, but these were just the ones I remembered off the top of my head. I have your number, grandparents. Again I am totally fine that you like them better. I think they are tops too, but let’s not pretend we don’t know what’s going on here. You have to see you’ve gone a little soft.