It's been three days since my kids have seen me. They've been at Grandma and Grandpa's house. My poor son has been rather homesick. Every day at 8:00 AM, he calls me.
"Mama, when are you coming to pick me up? I miss you!"
"Not for another couple of days," I reply.
Then the alligator tears start.
"It can't be that bad," I say. "Grandma and Grandpa always take good care of you."
"But they don't have an X-Box!"