Grandchildren are special creatures. They come along when (hopefully?) age and wisdom have been achieved.
Well, at least I know a little bit more than I did 18 years ago, anyway.
And my stock of patience is well..... stocked. I don't think I used very much on my own kids.
I mean, who else but a gramma, will get up from the computer every five minutes to be led to go downstairs, or get a drink, or find a toy, or play a game. I wouldn't want to get up to actually WORK, would I? I do have to go downstairs and get him off the air hockey table, too, I see. He can get up, but he can't get down.
Luckily, going downstairs can involve getting something for supper which he is very willing to help carry upstairs or putting laundry in and out of the washer and dryer.
Too bad he doesn't know the difference between clean and dirty clothes, or even wet or dry ones, or perhaps he doesn't care. He loses interest about half way through and wants to spend his time hooting in whatever machine needs taken care of first.