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My son left yesterday to spend the week with my mom.
The boy who never likes to leave home, skipped out the door.
The boy we have to beg, BEG to go out to dinner with us, packed a bag for himself and ran to their car. This may have a little something to do with how His Highness is treated while at my mom and dad’s.
Spoon fed your favorite things, check!
Told a 1,000 times a day how awesome you are, check!
I’d run there too if I got that.
They did/do the same thing with my daughter, although she is more low key about it. She doesn’t revel in it like our son seems too.
Both my husband and I spent the majority of our childhood summers with our grandparents, so we get it. Grandparent love is the best.
The only thing that’s a pain is the assimilation back into reality when he comes home.
“I don’t care if you’re a growing boy, I’m not making you a fruit salad at 10pm”
“Having take-out every night does not mean I don’t love you”
“Wine is not evil”

I won’t worry about that now.
Here he is with his biggest fans.