Younger has a convenient excuse to visit his grandparents several nights a week — internet.
“I need to use the internet, Mom,” he will tell me.
But it is often an excuse. Because the library has internet.
The library doesn’t have grandma and grandpa. And the library doesn’t spoil him rotten.
The library doesn’t “feed him against his will.”
“I’ll just tell Grandpa I’d like pizza,” he told me one day as we sped along the highway.
“You leave your grandpa alone,” I warned him, shooting him a glance, shaking my head at his mischievous grin. “Younger . . .”
A few minutes after I arrived home from delivering him to his grandparents I received a text —
“I swear on my life, first thing he said when he came in was, ‘younger, you want to order a pizza.’ ”
Yeah, he’s fed against his will.
These grandparents are evil, evil folk.