The beauty of grandkids is that you can love them and return them at will.
Sadly my return date is much earlier than Missus Voltaire.
Grumpy is the word that comes to mind re "Pop"'s as I have chosen to be referred to.
So its kiss grumpy old Pop Voltaire good night and try not to have nightmares about him.
I do like to sneak in and scare the bejesus out of them.
Not really, but you do have to tell them all sorts of fanciful stories of monsters and when you went to the moon and battled moon monsters and barely escaped with your life.
