Our son, Greg, called us this morning to see if he could bring his six year old son, Allen, to us for the day. Apparently Allen got up "feeling bad". By the time Greg left him at our doorstep, he was suspicious tht he had been snookered.
Allen was fine until Greg drove past school. Allen made sure to cough so Greg knew he was still sick. No more coughing until Greg asked him if he was sure he was sick.... *cough, cough, cough*. Hmmmmmmmm.
Into Grandma & Grandpa's house he runs and climbs on my lap. And of course I'm lovin' it. I've found once these grandkids start kindergarten, they get too big for lap sitting. So now I'm eating up the whole I'm sick routine. But, I've not heard a single cough. So I ask him if he is sick. "Yea Grandma, I'm sick. *cough, cough, cough*" So I ask him if he wants to play pool. "No, I'd rather play air hockey". Oh yea, we've been so snookered!
He and Grandpa played air hockey, Grandpa gave him some pool lessons (which is ironic because we both suck when it comes to playing pool) and then he and I made a pot holder to take home to mom. And that was just the morning.
I went to work and Grandpa and Grandson went to visit Great Grandma in the nursing home and then ran errands for me.
When we took him home tonight he just wouldn't fess up that he wasn't sick. But I know the truth. Allen needed a day with Grandma and Grandpa and that is a good thing!