Grounded

After hearing The Rock Star counting down the days for the past month, my mom flew in yesterday. We went to a women's event together last night. It was awesome but that isn't the point of this particular entry. While we were gone, The Rock Star went missing--for a few moments. It seems that he let himself out the door while his dad was upstairs. Then he walked down the street, crossed it, and was playing with some of the neighborhood kids. Needless to say, when his father realized he was missing he became, um, concerned. When he found him he brought him home and laid down the law. After chastising him for a bit the conversation ended like this...

T: Don't you ever do that again. Do you want to be grounded from your friends?
G: (with great concern) Will I be grounded from Grandma?