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Tonight, I took Grant to a toddler gymnastics class. (Nana is paying.)

It's not really gymnastics. It's more along the lines of they run, jump, skip and climb on things. He had a really great time after he saw what was on. I mean, he had a super great time. He really liked the long trampoline because there was a giant foam mat to jump on. He also liked the slide from the second level into a vat of foam blocks.

He had such a good time that he didn't want to leave and he's not the most socially inclined of babies but we're working on that.

Prior to that we stopped at McDonalds and he ate well. He ate almost all of his four chicken nuggets and a few fries. For him, that is good.

After the gymnastics class, we stopped at Target to change his diaper and get him a chocolate milk for the ride home. I took my grandmother, his great-grandmother with us. While at Target we got some mini ice cream sandwiches for Grant and my grandfather some low-dose aspirin since his idiotic doctor had him taking a full aspirin each day and now after checking his colon, he thinks the aspirin might be causing the problems. But I digress...

Grant was good in Target. He didn't shy away from holding a hand and didn't act out.

The car ride home is uneventful except for fog.

It's when I walked in the door that everything became soured.

I pulled my grandmother's car into our driveway and asked if she wanted me to drive her home. She said no, she'd drive herself home so I could take Grant in. (She lives two doors down.)

Tracy, my mother's husband (fucktard douchebag is more like it), looks at me and says, "I thought you would at least be nice enough to drive Gram home."

He always has little bitchy, snippy comments like that. Saturday night my grandmother made poorpuds. Yum. It was an hour to go to wait for the ham and veggies so I got me a little bowl and got me one. This is not rude. Everyone does this from my mother to my aunt to my grandmother to my sister. Once the poorpuds are ready, it's pretty much open season on them.

He didn't say anything to anyone else. He looks at me and says, "Everyone else is hungry too."

If he somehow became incapacitated, I would not mind at all.