Last night, as I was about to pour a drink, I was called by my second son. His family was at a church thing at the local skating rink when his wife fell and injured her wrist. They were on the way to the emergency room. Milady and I left immediately, beating them to the emergency room by scant seconds. As they brought her in, we scooped up grandson Lucas, told then we have him, and left son to look after his wife.
We brought grandson home to spend the night. Daughter-in-law's wrist is broken. The doctors are dealing with it, but today when Lucas woke up, we realized that we hadn't planned properly. Not much kid's breakfast stuff in the house, so PawPaw did what PawPaws do.
At Wendy's, Lucas' favorite 5-star restaurant. After lunch, we came back home, where PawPaw is watching the boy beat all the games in Grandma's tablet. His dad will be here in an hour or so, and PawPaw will take a break.
It's what PawPaws do. This is the youngest reason that this blog is called PawPaw's House.