Piggysnoot

Today’s posting is short. It’s actually a revisiting of a previous Confidential story. Remember the Reckless Grandmother at the post office? If not, you can read the story here.

Think of today as an update of sorts. Today, again at the post office, I saw this lady…with Ben…her charming grandson. (Note: ‘charming’ in the previous sentence should be read dripping with the most sarcasm you can possibly muster.) Well, I have to tell you, the update on their situation is short…she’s still an irresponsible imbicile. Turns out Ben won’t just come over and stand nicely next to her…even if she calls his name a half a million times. I guess one has to be a little more hands-on and actually go retrieve the child instead of calling, “Ben, come over here. It’s our turn. Ben it’s our turn. Ben come here. It is our turn, Ben.” As soon as I saw her grandparenting tactics I immediately remembered, quite vividly that I had posted about her before. It’s nice to know that almost 7 months later things haven’t changed one bit. At least little Ben has some consistency, right?!