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Geneticists might argue with me on this one, but I think Sam has a Grandparent Gene. That is, he's able to recognize a grandparent -- even one he hasn't seen in awhile -- and immediately exploit the relationship shamelessly.

My father-in-law is in town visiting for the weekend. Sam circled him a few times, each time getting a bit closer, until it clicked. This was a GRANDPARENT. And grandparents, Sam has learned, are suckers. (As my mom frequently says, "Is the word lollypop tattooed on my forehead?")

Grandparents can be talked into doing all sorts of fun stuff. Like reading the same book twenty million times in as row, before morning coffee is even served. Or letting you stick your grubby hands right into their water glasses. Or playing chase around and around and around the house well past the point when parents give up and flop down on the couch in exhaustion.

Yup. Grandparents are suckers. But, you know, in a good way.

Posted 04 September 2005 at 08:40 AM