The children love being at Grandma's house. Everyone one is so cheerful. I've wondered if the spirit of Thanksgiving has seeped it's way into their hearts. But I thinks it's more likely attributed to the candy that Grandma is slipping them on the sly when she thinks I can't see.
She should know that I can sniff out chocolate like a blood hound. It's a gift I have. And chocolate on my babies breath? Well, that's never going to go undetected.
It is curious to me that this woman, who raised me with strict household rules and regulations, has all of a sudden joined the kid's team and is trying to put one past me all the time.
When did she start running a covert candy operation anyway? I've decided that since everyone seems very happy about the situation except for me, I will let it slide. In the spirit of holiday benevolence, I will turn a blind eye to this bad behavior for now.
Eat up me hearties! Because when
The reason grandchildren and grandparents get along so well is that they have a common enemy. - Sam Levenson