3 years ago my oldest granddaughter spent the week end with me... all was fine until she lost her mind and got verbally abusive... after a lot of yelling from her, I grabbed her arm to drag her into the bathroom for a thorough mouth washing with soap... that part didn't work and I had limits on how hard I would let the struggle become... instead, I ended up sitting on her back while she tried to get up and yelled more abuse at me... fat has its uses and I sat there for over half an hour while I called her mother to tell her what I was doing. Sarah thought it was pretty funny at the time.
that is what I call 'getting my bluff in' on the kids and both have now spent a couple of days here... getting along because they are convincved grandpa won't put up with much.
they are actually getting along here... something they cannot do at home. Last evening, we sat at the kitchin table and played cards... they are doing fine