We are on the way to drop me off at grandpa’s house for the weekend. Mommy and Daddy usually dropped me off for the weekends because they were busy and always said they didn’t have time to take care of me. Sometimes they said they needed to do chores and stuff, even though the house was spotless. One time I asked Daddy about this and he said that it was no fib. Though I was smarter than that. I pestered him about it and he finally told me that he wanted some time with Mommy. Mommy heard this in the next room and came in shouting at me. I didn’t do anything wrong, or maybe she didn’t like me asking so many questions. I still cried myself to sleep that night.