The Drone (A Letter of Apology to my Grandson)

    Gabe,

 

I dragged you out shopping, you 

didn’t want to go...When I first asked you nicely, you balked and said “NO!”

 

But I wanted so badly to get this 

chore done...so I said, “If you come with me, I’ll make it fun!”

 

“I’ll buy you a present, a real sweet 

surprise”...In a flash all your obstinance just vaporized!

 

You exclaimed, “Let’s go shopping!”, 

with glee in your eyes...You agreed to go with me, give in, compromise.

 

You were a real trouper as I filled my 

cart...You were patient and helpful, it so warmed my heart!

 

My shopping was done, it was time to 

check out...but before that we needed your present, no doubt!

 

In the very first toy aisle you spotted 

that drone...“It’s for age 8 and up, though,” I said with a groan!

 

But you begged and you pleaded for 

that stupid drone...and you told me it’s just what you’ve wanted to own!

 

“But you’re only four,” I replied with a 

laugh...You indignantly argued you’re four and a HALF!

 

Against my good judgment it went in 

the cart...All along, though, I knew that it wasn’t too smart!

 

Grandpa assembled and charged up 

this drone...it was then time to leave, so with you it went home.

 

Daddy sent me a picture, I took a 

quick peek...You were crying and had a big gash on your cheek!