You Will Never Change My Mind
You Will Never Change My Mind
Damn kids. Damn Grandkids. Damn every damn kid. You will never change my mind. I don’t know why they want to make my life so difficult. I’ve worked hard. I just want to rest. Somehow I roped into hauling Peter (they think it is so flattering they named him after me, what’s it do for me?) down to the museum for his homework. Like that’s my job. I didn’t choose to have him. His mom should take him, not me. Isn’t that why my son got married to her? To take care of his kids?