I'm okay with my neighbor telling me about how her grandson's enjoying the new car that I saw him drive off in when he came to visit a few months ago. I'm fine with my other neighbor telling me about how her nephew is with a new girl, because the one I met when they visited last time was a toxic waste of oxygen, and the new one has a job and they're pooling their funds together for an apartment soon.
What bothers me, is when a bunch of us get together, and they are ALL talking about nothing but their grandkids, how adorable they are, how one just learned to talk, another banged into the car and got a bump on her head when she was learning to ride a tricycle... y'know, all the things that EVERY little kid experiences, that we have ALL heard adults talking about since WE were little kids experiencing those exact same things.
I've been hearing people telling the same stories for 62 years. Now that I'm retired, and living in a 55+ community where toddlers are welcome to visit but not to live - I kinda just don't want to hear it anymore.
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