Usually on the weekends, Baby Boy gets his "man time" in by spending time with his grandpa, my dad.
I have no idea what they do or where they go . . . it's just guy time. I can tell he really looks forward to it because he gets all of his homework and chores done in advance so he can stay gone all day and night. This works for Mom #2 and myself as well as we can enjoy relaxing and catching up on The Young and the Restless via DVR without feeling like we're neglecting him. It's actually a pretty nice set up. ;-)
Well . . . imagine my surprise when I'm chillin' watching my stories and Baby Boy calls me on the phone and says, "Come out to the driveway for a minute because Papa (that's what we call my dad) wants to tell you something."
I simply imagined that Papa wanted Baby Boy to spend the night or go to fancy restaurant for dinner and wanted me to pack him (yes, he's spoiled) some extra clothes or something like that.
Never, ever, EVER in a million years did I expect to see what I saw . . .
Apparently, on a whim, without consulting parents or anything logistical like that, Papa decided it was time for his grandson to have a brand new car.
I'm very emotionally mixed up in a happy-sad-excited-mortified-appreciative-pissed off sort of way.
Darn that Papa.
When I tried to discuss it with Papa, he just brushed me off with that attitude that the over 50 crowd has. You know, "it's my money, he's my grandson, and I can do whatever the heck I want."
Yes, that attitude. I should be a real delight in a few years, LOL.
So now I'm off to make up a whole bunch of rules since giving it back doesn't seem to be an option, but actually it will really be a great big help. We've been having a heck of a time with Baby Boy and I both in school and Mom #2 working with just one vehicle and a couple of bus passes. I think this is really where Papa's heart was. Giving it to the grandson was the only way he could get that vehicle into the family because I certainly wouldn't have taken it from him myself.
As you can see, Baby Boy doesn't that problem.
Until next time . . .