Holiday Crazy rages on.
A few weeks ago, Girlfriend messaged me on a Sunday morning with a screenshot of a message that had been sent to her & Son from The Ex. The backstory to this message/screenshot was that The Ex had agreed that she and Ned would babysit the grandkids overnight on Saturday and keep them until 5pm on Sunday because Son & Girlfriend wanted to go hunting. Just after 10am on Sunday that weekend, The Ex sent this message to them: "Well, [Grandson] got up with us a little after 8am. [Granddaughter] is still sleeping [Grandson] wet himself over night. ( Kind of weird because Grandson has been potty-trained for a few months now. But realistically, he's a toddler and that's why they call it an "accident" because that's exactly what it is. ) I did a quick wash in shower while he was standing, but just washed his back and belly down... he really stunk *frowning emoji* ( Well, urine doesn't smell good so it's not surprising that he "stunk" a...