{"id":266,"date":"2014-03-16T10:00:12","date_gmt":"2014-03-16T17:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.majorscorner.com\/?p=266"},"modified":"2026-03-07T18:12:51","modified_gmt":"2026-03-08T03:12:51","slug":"do-we-really-love-our-grandchildren-march-16-2014","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/majorscorner.com\/?p=266","title":{"rendered":"Do we really love our Grandchildren     March 16 2014"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_toolbar\" href=\"http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/share-medium.png\" style=\"border:0px; padding-top:5px; float:left;\" alt=\"Share Button\"\/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services_t=new Array(\"Twitter\",\"Facebook\",\"Google Plus\");var hupso_background_t=\"#EAF4FF\";var hupso_border_t=\"#66CCFF\";var hupso_toolbar_size_t=\"medium\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_url_t=\"\";var hupso_title_t=\"Do we really love our Grandchildren     March 16 2014\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/share_toolbar.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div><p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>.<br \/>\nThe usual topics swirled around the senior reading room this week: grasping politicians and their expenses, the socialistic CBC, cats in general, watered-down drinks, wives who jump to conclusions with bitter results and whether we have to love our offspring.<\/p>\n<p>It was a smorgasbord for everyone to participate in and we did with a good deal of vigour.<\/p>\n<p>There were harsh words all round for wives who don\u2019t seem to give a chap enough time to explain strange situations. One member through a clenched jaw pointed out that he was simply trying to give the gift of life to a young girl whom he had found injured on the street, or so he thought at the time.<\/p>\n<p>As it turned out, the girl in question had lost her contact lens and so was crawling along the curb in an effort to locate it when Robert (Fatty) Baker from the club found her.<\/p>\n<p>Now all pamphlets on this subject say clearly that time is of the essence, so our Fatty moved like a panther and had her in a lip lock before one could say \u201cFirst responder.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The upshot was embarrassing to one and all. Instead of the expected medal, our boy faces internal exile in the pink guest bedroom with richly coloured bruises on his cheek from both his wife and the girl\u2019s current chap. Very sad.<\/p>\n<p>My addition to the conversation was the fact that I am not at all sure I care for my grandchildren, unlike what is suggested in the book on grandfathering.<\/p>\n<p>My own children were no thrill to us in the first place. Most of them just wore blank stares until they became teenagers, when they went feral. In their 20s they became cunning and would talk about us in corners behind our backs.<\/p>\n<p>As far as their children are concerned, I know for a fact that the jug-eared one with the funny eye has lit me on fire twice. He always reminds me of a taxi with its doors open and a flickering turn signal. The rest aren\u2019t much better as they have a tendency to go through my pockets when I sleep on the couch in the afternoon.<\/p>\n<p>I admit that as time sprints along I have become a tiny bit more confused with the daily goings-on I am forced to endure. I am sorry, but that is what I am now in the late stages of this poker game.<\/p>\n<p>My latest fall from grace concerns the fact that I have begun to give away my grandchildren when I am dragooned into taking the little hemorrhoids for a walk to our park. I choose to say I am merely trading up, because I did come home with someone, just not the same one that I left with earlier.<\/p>\n<p>The item brought home was one of those bright-eyed chaps of about three years old who a few years earlier, while breastfeeding, announced, \u201cPlease pass the pablum\u201d to his startled mother.<\/p>\n<p>We happily discussed Stalin and the gulags on the way home, only to be met by my hysterical daughter-in-law wanting to know where the small equivalent of Jesse James had got to. In my defence, the teenage nanny who had done the swap seemed indifferent to my taking her charge and leaving Rupert in his stead. She was, however, smoking an enormous cigarette.<\/p>\n<p>I know I shouldn\u2019t have done it, but neither, on the other hand, must I be made to feel deceitful. After all, in my wasteland of a brain I thought I was improving the landscape. I handed in unsatisfactory goods and received a more up-to-date model, QED. I do realize that society expects we seniors to love our grandchildren, but I don\u2019t trust them.<\/p>\n<p>A smattering of applause greeted the conclusion of my tale at the club, which perked me up indeed. However, I have been banned from family walks for the foreseeable.<\/p>\n<p>Copyright Majors Corner 2014<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_toolbar\" href=\"http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/share-medium.png\" style=\"border:0px; padding-top:5px; float:left;\" alt=\"Share Button\"\/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services_t=new Array(\"Twitter\",\"Facebook\",\"Google Plus\");var hupso_background_t=\"#EAF4FF\";var hupso_border_t=\"#66CCFF\";var hupso_toolbar_size_t=\"medium\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_url_t=\"\";var hupso_title_t=\"Do we really love our Grandchildren     March 16 2014\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/share_toolbar.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div><p>&nbsp; . The usual topics swirled around the senior reading room this week: grasping politicians and their expenses, the socialistic CBC, cats in general, watered-down drinks, wives who jump to conclusions with bitter results and whether we have to love our offspring. 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