Tuesday, November 23, 2010

the dealer

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 Grandma your dealer is gone, so is your supply.

The reason grandchildren and grandparents get along so well is that they have  a common enemy. - Sam Levenson


Jen said...

OHHHH that is sooo my Mom! She has been known to pour Hersheys syrup directly down the little darlins throats! OHHH but they adore her! By the way, I love that quote - I used it in a photo album for my parents last Christmas!!!

Joan Crandall said...

My dad loves that quote; he repeats it all the time!

Elizabeth said...

Those photos are gorgeous!