Grand kids Are Tricky

My Grandson Conner spent the night on Friday, and though he is only four years old, he already has my number.

If you have Grand kids you know how they have you rapped around their little fingers, but as adults we accept it. I found out how tight my Grandson grip was over the week end. It started out with non stop exploring in the backyard, and with kids, if there is dirt, it needs to be dug up, thrown or rolled on, we did all three. As dark approached we entered the house, but with most Grand kids it is now a fort. After playing in the sink, running 40 miles around the front room and bedrooms playing 'chase Me', we finally sat down too watch T.V. After an hour of switching between ghost adventures, sprout, nick kids and toons network, it was time to play wii. As my wife had slipped off to bed un-noticed, Conner and I bowled and played tennis. Some where around 1 am he convinced me he needed  a bowl of cerial. Note to self, Captain Crunch at one AM is not a sleep aid. Fast forword to about two AM, and wii everything has been played,twice. Bed time finally arrives, and of course he doesn't want to sleep in his bed, because ours is already mest up, this kids a thinker. After one made up story, and a three Bears story with a surprise ending,(the original did't include bear jerky) he promised he would go to sleep if I told him the about the "Three Little Pigs". I told the story with great detail, and made it longer than it had to be in hopes of a sleeping child, and for a moment I thought it had worked. But right after I said , "and that's the story of the Three Little Pigs", there was maybe ten seconds of silence(except for my wife's snoring) and then a little voice said, "Grandpa, now tell me about the four Little Pigs". Why you little.... Grand Kids, gotta love em'