A woman is in a grocery store and happens upon a grandpa and his poorly
behaving 3 year-old grandson at every turn. It'* obvious Gramps has his hands
full with the kid screaming for candy in the candy aisle, cookies in the cookie
aisle; same for fruit, cereal and soda.

Meanwhile, Gramps is working his way around, saying in a controlled voice,
'Easy, Albert, we won't be long -- easy, boy.' Another outburst, and she hears
Gramps calmly say, 'It'* okay, Albert, just a couple more minutes and we'll be
outta here -- hang in there.'

At the checkout, the little terror is throwing items out of the cart, and Gramps
again in a controlled voice is saying, 'Albert, Albert, relax buddy, don't get
upset. We'll be home in five minutes; stay cool, Albert.'

Very impressed, the woman goes outside where Gramps is loading his groceries
and the boy into the car.

'You know, sir, it'* none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I
don't know how you did it. That whole time, you kept your composure, and
no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things
would be okay. Albert is very lucky to have you for his grandpa.'

Thanks, lady,' said Gramps, 'But I'm Albert -- the little stinker'* name is Stevie.'

ROFL! Grandkids are great! I dont do babysitting. My parents wouldnt and I felt it a tradition to carry on. I get em all wound up and sugared out on soda and candy, take em out back and let watch me target shot, or split wood. Then they go home. Let their parents deal bringing em back down........