“Torture” just isn’t what it used to be. I have to go through the same crap the Muzzies are being “tortured” with every time the grandkids show up. It does drive me crazy but it’s not the same thing as having your teeth drilled without any Novocaine or having your fingernails pulled out.
I have to go through the same crap the Muzzies are being “tortured” with every time the grandkids show up.”
Lighten up grandpa. There will come a time way too soon when they won’t come to your house anymore because of other interests. Get a tape recorder, a microphone, one of those roll out keyboards, a set of drums and a guitar - don’t have to be fancy either - and play your songs and theirs. You could even encourage them to write new words to some of their generation’s music. You have so much of your real life to share which will benefit them down the road.
I remember that my grandpa was totally beside himself the first time he listened to Elvis and considered him a true devil. Several years ago my oldest grandson reminded me that it was kid’s job to drive grandparents crazy and grandparent’s job to figure out how to channel it to something useful. And then you send them home to their parent’s.
This is actually a pretty extreme thing to do. Remember, these people are heavily restrained in stress positions for very long periods of time as this happens.