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Sorry, Grandpa Brad

This is a WAY belated post, but one worth sharing. One evening, shortly after the barrage of candy...ie. Easter....Grandpa Brad & Grandma Jacki stopped by. The boys were at practice still, and it was just me, Em & Keaton. They sat down and visited with us, and Em showed Grandpa her new piggy bank she'd gotten at school as part of a money lesson. He reached deep into his pockets for some change, but didn't have any....after Grandma promised that he would put money in her bank! So, as he shoved a $1 bill down into the bank, I told Em she should get him some candy, and she brought her bucket over.

Grandpa took a piece. Then as we visited he took a few more, then a few more. You know how addictive Easter Candy is. Pretty soon, Emmalyn came over, shot Grandpa a look, then pulled the bucket away as if to say, "That's it, Grandpa. NO MORE candy!!"....Jacki and I burst out laughing and Grandpa realized he'd been shamed. HA He kept saying, "Taking back the candy from your old, fat Grandpa"....and Emmalyn would just giggle. She never said a word, but her actions spoke louder....her look and her non-chalant pulling of the candy basket were enough to set us into giggles for the rest of the evening. That's just how Miss Em operates. Ornery, sneaky and shy. The future ought to be interesting at this rate! :)


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