Critters and the children who love them
There is something warm and furry in my house. It has a pink nose and demonic red eyes that provide a counter balance to it's seemingly cute and cuddly nature. It runs in the night like a ghost passing through walls and it searches the dark recesses of it's lair for buried treasure. It has freakish hands that grip like mine as it opens pockets of treasure and reveals the morsel tuck within. As often happens to a parent despite my best effort at strength I is was undermined by a vast array of elements poised against me. These include the begging eyes of a child and the sympathetic support of a grandfather. It is enough to make the strongest mountain cave in upon itself. Grandfather's are in the unique position to support any desires of their beloved grand child while being able to walk away to the tranquility of their own home. Ahh... what a luxury. At the same time be careful of what you reap my mind reminds, as the very same child is filling himself with diabolica