Kinderblogger is on winter break and grandmotherblogger (husband’s mother) has been very anxious to see him. So she flew down from Boston on JetBlue to JFK. We met her at the terminal, had lunch, kissed him goodbye and watched her take him through security to spend the week with her in Rockport. We drove home and tried not to call. I felt like he had left for college. And then around 7pm the phone rang. I knew from the sound of grandmotherblogger’s voice that something was wrong. And was it. Kinderblogger had been playing space legos in the den and projectile vomited all over her wall-to-wall and then asked to go home. The next day grandmotherblogger and grandfatherblogger drove him back home five hours one way. Dropped him off. Kissed him goodbye. Got in their car and drove five hours back home plus Connecticut traffic. Grandmotherblogger needs way more than flowers to get over her disappointment. She’s devastated. I think, she thinks he  broke up with her.