It all started as a normal Sunday dinner at my parents house. I got this brilliant idea that the kids should play outside. So we could enjoy the quiet. Only ten minutes had passed when one of the kids ran in and said Brady broke the window. Of coarse Brady runs away. Ryan goes to the rescue. My mom starts to panic that Brady is upset. My dad just sits there and I start to cry ( don't ask me why). Ryan is looking at the window when Brady yells from the neighbors house "but dad I'm soooooooo sorry." I hope it was an eye opener to Brady not to throw rocks by the windows (they were looking for jewels). Brady had to pick up the toys to pay for the window. If you ask me Grandparents are way too nice. I'm in for a long ride if they are anything like Ryan. Somebody save me.
