10 December 2012

Grandma, who are you?

My mom is in town for a few weeks to visit the kids for the holidays. I'm happy to have her but she is hardly recognizable.
I grew up with a lady who gave evil looks if I got out of line. Fear was automatic when she came in the room. We knew not to act out because she didn't hesitate to administer punishment of the physical manner.
The lady who is visiting my kids is someone completely different from my mom. She laughs when the kids act out. They talk back to her she smiles. They throw a temper tantrum she picks them up and soothes them. Who is she? Why does she give them so much slack? Where did the evil looks go?
Meanwhile I'm stuck being the mean guy disciplining her "precious grandchildren".
Grandparents have all the fun...

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