I can maintain eye contact with a grandmother remaining calmly as possible to her with my heart beat angrily up to a 200 miles per hours telling her you can’t keep on telling your grandson what he can’t and can’t not get outta the closet every time he’s trying to be sneaking laying down in his bedroom. Watching seeing looking peeking outta his room waiting for somebody. To walk pass him whether they are in the liveroom jacuzziroom or either downstairs in the basements sneaking and getting a full big bag Doritos chips out and getting and eating all of the cookies out. And eating all of the ham sandwiches out. Not caring about anybody but himself. But his only 24 years old he can do whatever he wanted do he grown man. Y’all are getting to old to constantly keep on telling that man what he can’t and can’t not do at all. Like leaving a piles of trash out. Telling him he can sitting what ever he wanted to put them at all. Like sitting the groceries down putting it down anywere he can sit.