The other day, my friend was yelling at her fourth-grader to “stop playing with those matches.” I asked where on earth did he get matches? She said her parents had given him a bunch of matches the last time he was over. She said when he visits they let him burn up leaves on their back patio. (Huh? What? Are they not afraid the kid will burn down their house?)
Then she added she’d rather her parents let him play with matches than shoot their guns!
Of course, I was little surprised that she hadn’t put her foot down on these particular grandparent forms of fun, but do grandparents get to choose questionable play and gifts when your kids visit their house?
The only time my parents have given my kids anything questionable was when my dad gave Walsh a bunch of long nails and two boards of wood to hammer things together. I didn’t mind when they were working on them together, but then when my dad was ready to head home they just plopped the boards with long nails poking out of them