(Treatment)
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As quietly as possible, Max and Christine entered the house and carried their grocery bags into the kitchen. Scanning the living room, Max noticed that his grandson wasn't on the couch where he was supposed to be. Leaving the kitchen, he checked the main bathroom, the boy's bedroom, Christine's bedroom and out of desperation the garage and the back yard. His heart beating faster, he walked quietly down the hallway and opened the door to his daughter's bedroom and found the object of his search.
Hearing the door open, Henry sat up and waved at his grandfather.
Max, angry that the child was in the room with his father, motioned for him to leave the bed and come to him.
Henry, sliding off the bed, ran over to his grandfather, "Hey Grandpa."
Yanking the boy into the hallway, Max closed the door and pulled him by the hand down the hallway and into the living room. Stopping near the fireplace, Max turned to face Henry, "Why aren't you on the couch where you promised you'd stay. Why were you in your parent's bedroom?"
His eyes flicking over to where Christine was standing, Henry shrugged his shoulders, "I was hungry and I asked Daddy to get me something to eat then he had me take a nap."
His eyes rolling, Max shook his head, "That's just great . . . . Henry, the next time you're going with us to the store no matter what. Your Daddy is probably angry with me right now. That's just great."
Unsure what he did wrong, Henry placed his thumb in his mouth and stared at his grandfather.
Christine, shaking her head, walked passed them and over to her bedroom, "Boy Grandpa, you'll be lucky if he just gives you the silent treatment like he did the last time he was mad at you."
Watching her enter her room, Max called out, "Yeah, thanks."
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To be continued (Hey, I have to write about something).