I just took him to his grandma's.
And watched him run to her after he gave me a hug goodbye.
There is a story in the Bible, from Solomon, I think.
It says two women presented a baby to the king, both insisting it was theirs.
The king suggest they rip the baby in half and they each take half of the child.
One woman agreed. The other did not and told the king the other woman could keep him, she didn't want to harm the baby.
The woman who gave the woman her baby is the real mother.
Sometimes, I wonder if I'm just ripping him in half.
Link to post from earlier. A few more details are in here.