Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that if you can bear to kiss the face of a creepy weasel named David, then I suppose you are entitled to enjoy your grandchildren. I never did that. I was not that interested in David and don't care if I never hear from him ever again in this lifetime. All this yapping about David, as if I ever cared about what he does. I was expecting to enjoy my own grandchildren someday but not with any David in the picture. David is just the hired help to me, nothing more.