Yep, that's what it's all about---spoiling 'em rotten!
Actually, though, I don't let my grandchildren get away with everything. At age 2, Eli is very typical for his stage of life, and he throws fits and tries to hit/kick anything---or anyONE---within reach when he's PO'd. The other day, he got upset with me for some reason that I didn't understand, and he stomped on my foot. I immediately grabbed his arm, swung him around to face me, and in a very firm voice I told him that he was NOT allowed to hurt Grandma, and furthermore, it was not OK to hurt anybody in my house.
The child was understandably miffed, but he didn't cry---just turned and stomped out of the dining room. But in the time it took for him to walk out of the kitchen, through the living room, and back into the dining room, he'd evidently decided to play by the rules, for he climbed up on a chair and began chatting with me in a most charming manner. He also wouldn't leave that night without giving me FOUR hugs and kisses, and for a two-year-old, he's been the model of propriety ever since. And while I'm under no illusions that it will last forever, I know he learned some respect that day.
I never tolerated disrespect from my own kids, and as much as I adore them, I won't tolerate it from the grandkids either. And I never have laid a finger on Eli in anger, although I felt like letting his dad have it for calling him a "little jerk" when all this occurred. I've never been one to call children names---my mother once called me a "dumbbell" when I struggled to learn how to tie my shoes, and I never forgot it.
Each generation has to find its own way, I guess. I'm just glad I'm at the end of the active child-rearing years myself..........it was tough, and it lasted a long time (nine-year age difference between youngest and oldest, although Steph's got me beat by a mile). I'm content being the grandma!