Last week, our IEP meeting ran late and I had to run into town before Wee's ballgame. Afraid I would not be back in time, I asked exMIL to take Wee to the game. She happily obliged. However, she ran into DEX and Whackjob on the way to the game, so Whackjob directed them straight to the game. Whackjob also told exMIL that she planned on trying to get Wee to go with them after the game. ExMIL told her no, but she did it, anyway. After the game, she told Wee she was going to pick up her 14 year old son, and they were going home to play Halo, and did he want to come. Well duh... ExMIL says they have no business with the boy, so I said no. We had plans (we did) and he needed to come with us. Wee did invite them to eat dinner with us, and they didn't show (thankfully), but it royally peeves me, because it makes me the constant bad guy, "keeping" him from Disneyland dad (and its not even dad...Whackjob has presented DEX to be the world's most fun guy, and her home nothing short of a 24x7 amusement park - its HER he wants to hang out with. if it were up to DEX, he wouldn't ever bother...) Wee has another game tonight. I am so praying they don't show up again.