Why Grandpa C. Shouldn't Babysit

My mom offered to take the kids while we celebrate our anniversary tomorrow, and since we've planned to go golfing and have an early tee time, the kids ended up just sleeping over tonight.  We drove them out and got them settled into their beds, then headed back home.  When we left, my dad was in the kitchen, Uncle Jack was downstairs working on an online school class, and my mom was outside having a meeting with someone from the ward.  We left knowing the kids were in good hands, and we planned not to see them again for 24 hours.

About 45 minutes later I got the following phone call:

My Dad: Your kids are out of their beds and telling me they aren't tired.

Me: Well, did you tell them to go back to bed?

Dad: Yeah, but they said they aren't tired.  I told them they will be tomorrow.

Me: Is Mom still outside? 

I already know the answer to this question.  If Grandma was inside, this phone call would never have happened.

Dad: Yeah.

Me: Ok, put Adam on the phone. 

Me: Adam, I'm really disappointed you aren't listening to Grandpa when he tells you to go back to bed.  You and your brother need to get back in bed right now.

Adam: Ok.

Click.

I guess when you're the grandpa it's nice to not have to put your foot down.