We counted ourselves fortunate to live about twenty minutes away from our twin grandsons. Our daughter in law worked, and my wife did not. She asked my wife if she would watch them for 100.a week. My wife told her she would be wiling to pay her 100.a week for the opportunity. I happened to lose my job at the time during the bad recession, with little hope of finding another, and took over the boys for a year, while my wife went to work. I count that as one of the very best times of my entire life. They were three years old at the time. We had a roaring good time! Three kids with no adult supervision! Running, jumping on beds, laughing. Robert thought it was fun to run away when he needed his diaper changed, and would roll over on his stomach while I was trying to change him. That wasn't as much fun. We took them to breakfast every Sunday, and played all the games on the place mats. One day when they were a little older. I was sitting on the toilet around lunch time and a note was slid under the door with a single word on it "Spaghettios". Lol!
Grandkids? You bet. Most men don't know what they are missing. They were my wife's life. I was very happy to step back into second place and watch her do her thing. Great, great fun!