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I thought it was a perfectly reasonable request.

I even used the "Please" word.

And I was refused. Pointblank and loudly denounced.

I even very respectfully enquired "Why?"

People really should retire that word "Because".

It was Christmas for crying out loud. A time for dreams to come true and good will and acts of kindness. When a grandfather spends time with his first grand-son and makes just one tiny could be done in a second request and it would have made my day.

Now I ask you oh reader what was so wrong in asking your six-year old grand-son Damion if you could kick his kneecap??!!

It's not like I said I would do it hard. Much ado from a little boy about nothing I assure you. I was wearing soft shoes. I am reasonably certain he does not believe me for a minute when I informed him his hair will fall out in three years and he'll look like me.

I was fine about being repeatedly beaten SAVAGELY with a rubber samarai sword in the spirit of good fun let alone shot at with rubber darts so why can't I fight like a guttersnipe in return. Grand-parents rights indeed!!!

Power of "Please" to be filed with the classic "Well I meant to do better---".

Jim and Loretta got a very late start from her home in Tennessee Saturday so they arrived at our house Sunday afternoon.

Now the truth is that as your children grow you can see signs that pehaps, just perhaps, they have learned a thing or two or have adopted some of your mannerisms and idiosyncracies.

At about 1:30 pm Jim called to say they were on the way over with our grand-daughters--one of whom we had yet to see and the other only for about an hour last year.

Jim said however he had made a stop on the way and I swelled with pride when the location was revealed.

Ruth is doing her usual monopolizing of the computer when I give her the news the kids are on the way but they are stopped off somewhere.

"To get Damion?"

Makes sense but I said No and a smirk came to life. Damion actually was with them I found out to my delight and inventiveness in tormenting him.

I can't right now remember her second guess because I burst out laughing that Jim was at the Bookery--picking through my file for stuff I had in there earmarked for his collections--not much but some stuff was there.

To my relief Ruth does not go ballistic that her time with grand-daughters has been surplanted by diseased comicbook maniacs.

"He's your son."

Why yes he is. He even buys some of my stuff for a present.

Mary Grace and Alexandra Lillian are sweety-pies and when Mary Grace cries a bit I grab her and settle her right now with my rendition of the theme song from The Rockford Files (with Wild, Wild West as backup) to her delight and smiles. They are adorable children and it was a nice hour and a half until I very reluctantly had to go to work.

The kids left today to go back to Loretta's home where she'll stay while Jim attends a military school before reporting to his new duty station in Oklahoma.

Happy holidays and blessings for the New Year to all.