My grandson is six. He and his mother, my older daughter, live with my wife and I in a 1929 bungalo in the Park Hill neighborhood of Denver. Anthony is all boy. He was asked politely to leave Pre-school when he was two and three. The teachers talked to us very earnestly about the need to see a doctor. Thank God we found a boy-friendly. His prescription: more recess, less nap. Anthony does not nap. So, more exercise. A friend who has raised her boys suggested that boys need to be exercised like dogs. But, Anthony's mother doesn't like to go outside and I work. Anthony doesn't get enough exercise. I worry about it.

Anthony is an only child. He often muses what it will be like when he is a brother. I'm afraid that possibility is remote. He loves the cats that live with us, though his grandmother thinks he abuses them. He just hugs. He and I would like to have a dog, but his mother and grandmother think not.

Anthony likes to play with the computer. He downloads games. His favorite is Men in Black II. He solves the puzzles in the game without being able, so far, to read. I think he is quite bright.

I like baseball. I hope Anthony will, too.

Anthony believes in God and the devil. In our conversations about Sadaam Hussein, who he calls Addam, we discussed why Saddam might have imprisoned boys. I told him that Saddam turned away from God and was seduced by the devil. He later caught me with that one. When my electric screw driver torque caused me to break the wood on his new mini-pool table, I said a bad word. Immediately Anthony came to my rescue, saying: "Turn back to God, Grampy. Don't be with the devil. Turn back." I did.

I'm worrying about his education at Park Hill school. It is supposed to be a good school, but I see the teachers and know that they will be secularizing him with all their mite. I want him to stay close to God. I'm looking for an alternative. His mother and grandmother will disagree. We'll see.