I am wondering if we are even on the same planet....let alone the same country and speaking a familiar language. Enter "the daughter's boyfriend".
It's May long and we travel to see the kids and grandkids. We all enjoy a lovely dinner and half of the "fam" decides to head off to the Monster truck races. The daughter, boyfriend and I stay behind to watch the baby. Knowing that at the end of the evening a long car ride home awaits me, I decide to head out with my daughter to grab a Starbucks. Can you stay and watch the baby, we say? Sure says the boyfriend....and off we go.
Not long afterward we arrive home, lattes in hand. Chatting away we enter the unlocked front door, walk through to the kitchen to see an open back door. (Now before you start freaking out, I must print a disclaimer that they live in a smaller safe community.)
Where's the boyfriend.....the dogs? Oh my gosh.....he's gone to walk the dogs, my daughter exclaims!!
And the baby.....asleep upstairs, oblivious to the neglect......but gratefully....safe and sound.
We really must speak a different language......
GermanG
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