(Not my kids, but I’m sure as hell never going to leave him alone with them.)
My dad is quite a piece of work. The armchair psychiatrist in me says it’s probably narcissistic personality disorder, but of course he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with him (everyone else has the issues, you see), so a real diagnosis will never be made.
Anyway, a little backstory: About 10 years ago my brother met a nice lady online. She lived a few states away with her 3 kids (older boy and twin girls) from a previous marriage. She and the kids moved here to be with my brother. They had a child, got married, and moved back to her home state in 2001. In the fall of 2005, my brother died suddenly and unexpectedly. Since then, my dad has been making an effort to see the kids once a year or so. All four of them call him Grandpa, even though he’s only biologically related to the youngest.
Suzy’s ex-husband (father of the other 3) is quite the ass. She doesn’t think he’s really at all interested in the kids’ welfare. She’s pretty sure he just likes to yank her chain and power-trip on them. So there are some pretty strict restrictions on travel - she can’t take the kids out of the county without 7 days’ written notice to him (and I think to the court), and it would take a change in the custody agreement for her to be able to bring the kids here for a visit. Yeah.
So, last year, he went out for a visit and kept the kids at his hotel overnight. In the morning, the kids were enjoying some time in the pool, and my dad left them alone to go do some shopping. (They were 14, 12, 12, and 7 at the time.) For an hour, they were completely unsupervised on the hotel property. When Mom heard about this, she went ballistic. And my dad has no idea why.
But he wanted to visit them again this summer, and Mom nervously agreed to let him take them for two nights. He was “gently reminded” not to leave the kids alone at the pool this time. Being my dad, he showed up really late the first day - 10:00 PM. He gets the kids and their stuff packed up and over to the hotel, and they’re all so excited that the oldest one can’t sleep. What does good ol’ Grandpa do? Hands over a frikkin’ Percocet. Yup - narcotic pain relievers to an underage kid. Mom found out the next morning, and immediately drove over and took them home. And my dad doesn’t understand what the big deal is.
We have never allowed him to babysit our two boys alone, and never will.