Death by Chocolate

My Mom and my Grandma spent a couple of hours at our house last week. It's always fun when Nanna comes, but my kids don't see my Grandma very often, so it was extra fun for them to play a bit of "catch-up" with her.

Todd was especially enchanted with Grandma...she read him lots of books, told him stories and listened to him chatter about whatever came to his mind. They talked about how he was young and she was old. She showed him how to count to 82 and compared that to the four fingers he uses to show everyone how old he is. At one point, their topic of conversation turned to what treats were the yummiest. Grandma loves sweets and Todd has a bit of a sweet tooth himself.

I joined the conversation to tell Todd about my memories of Grandma's "treat drawer". I told him when I was a little girl, the bottom drawer in Grandma's kitchen was the treat drawer. I would ask Grandma for a treat and she would say yes. There were lots of yummy treats in that drawer, but most of them were chocolate of some sort! I would choose my treat, eat it and ask for another. The answer was always yes. After all, what are Grandmas for?

Todd was pretty impressed with the story. He's looking forward to the next time we go to visit Grandma. Not only because he enjoys her company, but also because he likes chocolate.

In fact, I think he's picked out his inheritance from her. A couple of days later he said this to me...

"Can I have her chocolates when she dies? 'Cause she's old!"



*Title inspired by Lori...Thanks!* :o)