Grandma arrives on Saturday.
Me to Desi, preparing him for the new rules I plan to enforce: "I have told Grandma that she is not allowed to spoil you. You need to earn your presents."
Des: "Dad...why are you ordering Grandma around. She gets to order you around. She's your mom!"
Me: "...."
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