Thanks, LL!
Our son and his family came over on Friday, coincidentally my wife’s birthday this year. He’s fine but his wife has succumbed to the Narrative and so she wouldn’t let them into our house even to pee. So they all stayed in our back yard while I cooked inside (bbq has just died).
She’s so nuts that it was okay for my youngest grandson to be right beside me outside, but when he (unprompted by me!) climbed into my lap she admonished him and dragged him off.
And now we have human pee in our shrubs.
Other than that it was great. But I weep for my grandkids.
“And now we have human pee in our shrubs.”
That’s a sport at our family reunions.
You get extra points if you can hit the neighbor’s shed.
So much is written about grown children disconnecting from their parents, but I am wondering how older parents are going to feel connected to their grown children, once Covid times are over, after all the disregard of our advice and common sense, and the constant “karening “ we’ve been subjected to by them. Certainly, we’ll still love them but our trust in their ability to reason will never be the same.