My Visit with an Adorable Pyromaniac
My two-year-old grandson visited over the weekend. For the purposes of this story, I’ll refer to him as “Bartholomew.”  That is not his real name. If I used his real name, my daughter would mount my head on a stick. Then she’d plant it next to the street as a gentle reminder to others of her rule against using his real name on social media. During his visit, in an impressive lack of…









