Yes, I’m talking about my granddaughter, but she was not the challenge. She presented one to me for my consideration.
She spotted the following item in a thrift shop.
GN: Grammy, you should buy this.
Gram: Why do I need it?
GN: So you can fill it with candy for me.
Gram: But it says “Grandma’s Candy Kettle.” Wouldn’t that mean what’s in it is mine, too?
GN: Umm, good point. But you would share, right?
Gram: Are there directions under the lid that say the owner must share?
I love giving that kid a hard time.
I suppose her second biggest complaint in the house, next to not enough cookies baked by her grandmother, would be that I don’t keep candy in the house. It’s probably even worse for her in the summer time with the kind of heat we’ve had. I seldom turn on the oven in June, July, and August. If I can’t nuke it or pressure cook it, we eat it raw!
But . . . she gets me at moments when I take off my ‘guardian’ hat and willingly don my ‘Grammy’ hat. We are off to find something with which to fill the little kettle.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the humor isn’t lost on me that the candy kettle found a home next to the yellow Calorie, Fat, and Carbs book.
GN: Whoa, whoa, whoa! You did that on purpose!
Gram: Yes, dear, I did.