On our way to day prison this morning, Calvin inquired from the backseat, "Grandma''s House?"
"No," I said, "We''re going to Liz''s house."
"NO! Grandma''s house!"
"No, Liz''s house."
"NO, GRANDMA''S HOUSE!"
"No, Calvin, we''re going to Liz''s house."
"NO, MAMA, GRANDMA''S HOOUUUUSE!"
Repeat ad nauseam.
I''m happy to report that I won. I can''t make any promises for the future, though.
T-Minus 11 Hours And Counting
In about 11 hours, we will be in Harlan to meet my mom and drop off Calvin so he can spend the next week with Grandma Linda.
That''s SEVEN DAYS, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes, 604,800 seconds, all of which Joep and I will spend sleeping.
And on a similar note, that''s 7 days, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes, 604,800 seconds, all of which Grandma Linda will spend memorizing the Spongebob Squarepants movie AGAINST HER WILL.
Looks like my mom''s hell didn''t end when I moved away from home.