Boysitting.
Ten and thirteen, my grandsons still
Can't spend the night alone.
I used to be able to play trucks and
Cars with them and push them on
Their swing set, but no longer.
Today we went bug hunting for a
School assignment.
We managed to net a yellow
Butterfly and a feisty grasshopper.
But I'm old fashioned when it comes to
Pokemon.
In fact, I'm clueless.
"Drive slow, Grandmomma.
The eggs are about ready to hatch.
Go back, Grandmomma. I want
To catch one."
I slowed to 8 miles an hour as I drove down the
Country road and pulled over so a
Car could pass by.
We're back home now and they're engrossed in
Another tech game.
Soon, I'll insist they practice piano and
Read and eat.
Boysitting is a lot easier than baby sitting, but
Not nearly as much fun.