Grandma Seattle's in the house! Woot!
As the parent of wee, tiny children I believe that there is almost nothing wrong with having a grandparent stay for the weekend.
The Richard Scary book called "Cars and Trucks and Things That Go" is new and novel to Grandma Seattle.
To K and I, it is the eleventh circle of hell.
Go Grandma! Read On!
The only problem with Grandma's visit is that the guest bedroom (usually known as the office) shares a wall with the master bedroom.
That would be a wafer thin wall.
Anything that happens in the master bedroom can be heard by a guest.
So if that guest happens to be your own mother, you have to be careful not to make any slappity, slap, slap [bow chicka bow wow] noises.
You also have to bury your head in the sand when your husband comes to bed, stretches out his arm and says, "Pull my finger."
You say, "No way, man. I'm not falling for that!"
Despite the lack of finger pulling, he releases the loudest fart in human history and yells, "Schmoopy! How COULD you?" so that your mother thinks her daughter farts like a man.
[Which, in fact, I do.]
[Pssst.... If you haven't visited Kevin Charnas and witnessed the continuing evolution of his Halloween costume, I encourage you to witness his absolute BOLDNESS here and here... and he says there's more coming! You GO Kevin!]