I Will Tell Grandpa On You

My four-year-old grandson ran to the house to tell grandpa to make me stop building a fire. His older siblings laughed. Toasted marshmallows. “I am calling 911 and the Fire Department!” he yelled from the porch. “Come back and we can toast smores,” I said. He stuck out his tongue. “He came running in demanding my phone,” my husband told me later, “so he could call 911 and the fire department.” “And he wanted you to tell me to stop, right?” I asked him. We both laughed. Four does not understand yet who the boss is.