When grandma-ing goes wrong….On the way to their fiddle class with my grands,  the oldest asked if he could bring his saxophone, I said sure thing, not knowing I was going to get blasted for the complete 55 minute journey, wow, the first 4 bars of careless whisper (It was a "my era" song, by the gorgeous George Michael) Not looking so gorgeous now George!……now that I’m in the car with the saxophone about 10 inches from my right ear.

I should have sat him in the very back, (I think they make everything and everyone a little bit bigger in Texas, the car has 3 rows of seats, - I failed, should have put him in the back seat or possibly the trunk!...it's a hatchback, he won't suffocate)….his little brother sat behind me groaning, asking if he could at least move onto the chorus so he could sing along, but no, he continued to play those few notes over and over…..