Sam finished eighth grade last week. The day after school let out he went up north to my parents' house to help my dad out with some yard chores. I am so glad he is able to do this because some of my best childhood memories are spending time at my grandparent's house in the summer. My grandma spoiled me ROTTEN. I got whatever I wanted. She got me Lee Press-On nails, she let me drink coffee every morning, we had root beer floats every night, and I saw her bawl-out a nurse who was not-quite nice enough to me at the clinic once. It was great. So I'm glad Sam can go somewhere that people will spoil him because I certainly don't. They are having a great time together, but when Sam calls me, I get a little concerned.
Me: Hi! Are you having fun?
Sam: Oh yeah! I drove 17 miles today!
Me: What? Drove? Drove what?
Sam: Grandpa's truck!
Me: Where did you drive?
Sam: On the road! Grandpa said that before I leave I can drive 100 miles.
Me: You are fourteen.
Sam: Grandpa says I'm a good driver.
Sam: Today Grandpa took me shooting.
Me: Shooting a gun?
Sam: Yeah! What else would you shoot?
Sam: We had a quick draw contest.
Me: ....... You had a what?
Sam: Quick draw, you know, to see who could unload their gun at the target the fastest. Grandpa won because my gun jammed. He shot all his bullets before I could even shoot once!
Me: Oh Jesus.
After all that, I'm half-expecting to hear how much fun they had while bull riding, or going over a water fall in a barrel, or swimming with sharks. Oh wait a minute, they've already done that one: