My 17 yr old son. Boy doesn't that make me sound OLD!!!!!!! Either way, he came home from school and my Dad met him at the door. My Dad wanted to know why he was coming here. My son explained he lived here. My Dad began responding in rapid fire:
Why do you live here?
Did you get thrown out?
How long ago did you get thrown out?
What did you do to get thrown out?
Oh so you aren't getting along at home"
So you live here? Why?
When did you get thrown out?
What did you do?
I finally went out to rescue Buster. I brought him into the kitchen and poor Buster had this shell shocked expression on his face. I told Buster next time tell his Grandpa he got a girl pregnant. Pretty soon Buster and I are giggling and each story is worse than the next one. Finally, we fall upon a way for him to get credit. His school has a creative writing requirement. I told Buster to write down some of his "cover stories" we give Dad and submit them for credit. What a hoot, who would have thought he might get high school credit for care giving!!!!
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