Bob (I mean Rowdy #2)

I love my grandsons
. Sometimes I have to make difficult decisions, watch a movie with my daughter or play a game with the grandsons. The grandsons win every time of course.

 We were playing Sequence, Rowdy #2 was bored and distracted by the third turn. I said hey Jimmy, John, Joe (the list of names when we can't think of the right one.)

 "Just call me Bob." Rowdy #2 said and laughed.

 Bob it is! 

After he quit the game, we continued to call him Bob

. It was no longer funny to Rowdy #2, he asked us politely to stop, "that isn't my name." 

 "Sure we will... Bob!" There may have been a little bit of wine involved, (who am I kidding, there was a lot of wine involved.) 

We went a little too far calling him Bob

. Upset, Rowdy #2 flew up stairs to get away for a bit.

 I really felt bad, this is my grandbaby, he may be 13 years old, but he is precious to me. I went upstairs, knocked on his door and asked to come in so I can apologize

. In the center of the twin bed, is a triangle... a little teepee... made with a quilt... and my grandson, he is sitting cross legged. I tried to hug the teepee, it would not cooperate.

 "I am really sorry, Rowdy #2" I said, "I know we went too far calling you Bob. I'm really sorry!" Just as I thought he was going to emerge from the blanket, over my shoulder, my plenty three year old daughter says...

 "BOB" 

 He did not think it was funny..

 Like I said, a little too much wine was involved. 

 (He did come down to the basement and brought us pizza... his own peace offering, we were forgave.)

 Flash forward two years. Once again (freaky as it was  again on St. Patrick's day) Darling Daughter, Rowdy #2 and I are at Olive Garden. she asked if I wanted a glass of wine.

 "No right now." I said.

   "Yeah, we'll get a bottle for later.

 Rowdy #2 quickly said, "NO you two drink too much and harass me!"

 Darling Daughter said, "NO we don't."

 "Yes we do... BOB!" I said at the same time.

 We giggled and laughed so much sitting in front of the liquor store.

We couldn't get out. Rowdy #2 was sure they wouldn't sell us anything, they would think we'd already been drinking. (not true!)

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