So this morning she came downstairs and was talking about last night and not getting to go trick or treating. I told her that probably none of her friends got to go to her aunt's house to a party and see their aunt dressed as a dead bride.
She was an angel!

Uh.. okay!

But, I reminded her that she got to go see her other grandmother last night too. No we didn't. My mom didn't want to go.

I don't know why, other than it was the natural flow to the conversation but I should have known better than to ask. "why?" cause I don't always like the answer.

Her mom didn't want to go there because they had been arguing.

I feel profoundly bad for the Kiddo and her grandmother. No matter how many children come to your door it's still your own family you hope to see and the Kiddo never came. I can't imagine why my son didn't put his foot down other than... the mother was arguing with my son, "screaming" is actually how he worded it. So once appeased so that she'd spend the holiday with her daughter.. he probably wasn't going to take on that screaming again.

Why was she at MY daughter's house last night, following me around when she couldn't take ten minutes for her own mother?