Some time ago, when our chicks and chicklets were visiting, Grandpa brought out something he hadn't produced for a while. Dino-sours.
And no, that isn't a typo . . .
They proved to be a great favourite. Again.
Littlest man (LM) was quite captivated and proved that he could shove quite a number in his mouth before he was caught and emptied by his mother.
He hovered around that bowl of gummy, sweet and sour deliciousness until it was well and truly empty.
Then they went home.
A few days later, that same little family was shopping at Costco.
(Our favourite place on earth.)
While walking slowly up the fairly extensive candy aisle, a display of those delicious dinosaur treats appeared.
LM toddled over and pointed excitedly. "Grampa!" he said clearly.
How would you like to be remembered?
I can think of MUCH worse ways to be remembered that in association with a treat.
ReplyDeleteI SO agree! Even when it sticks to your teeth!
DeleteSmart little guy, he will remember Grampa as the treat giver!
ReplyDeleteOh yes! Now when they see Grampa, it’s with hands out and a ‘Do you have a treat!’
DeleteWell that's a sweet and sour way to be remembered for sure.
ReplyDeleteYep. Pure deliciousness for the memory cells!
DeleteWhen you're a grandparent, you take your notoriety where you can get it - lol
ReplyDeleteNotoriety. Yessss...
DeleteI think that's a lovely way to remember Grampa.
ReplyDeleteI agree, River! He loves it!
DeleteNow that's precious.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, LB!
DeleteToo cute.
ReplyDeleteIce cream sandwiches will always remind me of summer visits to my Grandma and Daddy Fred's home in Basking Ridge, New Jersey.
Grandma always kept a box in the freezer in the hot months, and that was a special treat whenever we visited.
To this day, I still have to stop by an ice cream truck to get one of those once or twice a summer. Can't be a Chipwich, has to be the old-fashioned Good Humor ones with the chocolate wafers.
What a fantastic memory! And now I want a ‘good’ ice cream sandwich!
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