My father

My father is staying with us again. Today he made oatmeal while the rest of us had cold cereal. He said he wanted to come to the grocery store with Pancake and me so he tagged along with the whole family (we dropped off Doodle and Mr. D at a birthday party for one of his school friends). I was squeezed between the kids' car seats in the back. When we got home we discovered that my dad had left the door open -- not just unlocked but totally open -- and the gas burner was still on from when he made oatmeal in the morning (we got home at 4:30 p.m.!). As if the emotional burden of having him live with us isn't hard enough now he is making the mistakes of a senile man. Luckily, our house wasn't robbed and didn't explode while we were gone.