depressedIn this case, in Las Vegas, a city of over a million people, which sends about six children per year to Stanford (those who have the SAT scores to qualify are few, and those who qualify rarely consider Stanford), I encountered the typical shadow response: my response to the RSVP had asked if 2.5 year old children would be welcome, I arrived to acknowledgement of the position, the hostess gamely provided crayons and a coloring book, and, when my daughter got up to investigate the dog statue on display in the next room, we were informed by the host that we could leave if we could not "control" our child. We left. Just another POG I suppose: and there are plenty of those around (we have a Sun City and other Del Webb waiting rooms for the graveyard locally.)
I am sure that some of his grandchildren love him anyway. We just won't be in the group. Their discussion did not falter for a moment: they were brainstorming new ways to say how important they were. Sigh.
