Yesterday, I received a phone call. The accompanying image on my cell phone was my daughter's beautifully smiling face. As is customary, I took the cal ... But the voice on the other end was that of a little almost-4-year old boy, my lone grandchild. "We're gonna have a baby Sister!" boomed the little man-cub's voice. Caught off guard, I paused for just a second. Then I realized what he was saying - that his mother, father and he had just returned from the doctor's office and with the birth-date still off on the horizon, the physician had determined the sex of the baby. And "we're gonna have a baby sister" suddenly and completely made sense/Dennis Mansfield. More here.

Question: Do you spoil your grandchildren?