The Tale of the Spoiled Kid and the Late FedEx Truck

As many of you are aware, the Offspring (the fruit of m' loins) is indeed a spoiled kid. She's spoiled in the way that the first-born grandchild of 4 sets of grandparents can only be. She's not *mean* spoiled, but she's been doted on from in utero. Both JF's and my parents are divorced, so that means she has: my mother and stepfather; my father; JF's mother; and JF's father and stepmother. The only set we don't see on a fairly regular basis is JF's father and stepmother, but that's another post entirely.

My father, who lives one state away in CityOfMyBirth, absolutely adores his only grandchild. She is the apple of his eye, and he would move mountains for her. He has contributed to her spoilage factor greatly by seducing her with gifts and money and trips to the zoo. In short, his job as grandfather is to make her think that he's WAY cooler than I ever made him out to be. He is succeeding.

He discovered the Vermont Teddy Bear Company some time ago, and has since invested what seems like thousands of dollars on these bears as gifts to his beloved (spoiled) granddaughter. I knew he had ordered her yet another (frickin') bear as part of his Christmas gift to her. He had warned me to be on the lookout tonight for the Fed Ex truck, as today was the date it was to be delivered.

Tuesday evening, we go to Girl Scouts for our normal weekly meeting. We return home about 8pm, and come in the house for dinner. At 9:15, Offspring heads off to bed. At about 9:40, JF decides he needs to go look for something in the car, and discovers a box on the doorstep. There had been no box there when we returned home at 8pm. The FedEx truck must REALLY be backed up with all of the Christmas deliveries, to be out so late!

So, we set the box aside for Monkey Girl to open in the morning. Needless to say, when I told her the next morning that she had a package waiting from Grandpa, that was the fastest I'd ever seen her clamber out of bed.

She opens the box to find these lovelies. Grandpa, you spoil her unmercifully. (Plus, you're making us all look bad! Stop it!)

Oh, well. Things could be worse, I suppose. I'll just be grateful that he's still here to spoil her.