They got here about 10:30. Conversation or just “talk” about murder, chainsaw massacre, corn on the cob, murder, don’t believe in Santa, Jesus, or God. Cutting us in half, killing his twin (he doesn’t have a twin) and it goes on and on and on. Let him call his mother at 2:30 and he denied doing or anything “bad” until I tapped him on his shoulder. He told her some name (it is different each time) about the other kid sticking his hand in the aquarium.
He is 7.
Must say he makes watching my grands a walk in the park!
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