We went to my mom’s house tonight to hang out with the family. It was a short visit, right after dinner, and we only planned to stay for about an hour. Near the end of the night, we were getting ready to take a family photo with all the children and grandchildren and then we were going to head home. Monica quietly came up to me and asked if we were going to have any ice cream. I said no. “Or cookies?” “No.” “Not any dessert?” “Huh-uh.” “Then why did we come to grandma’s?” she asked. It was cute and we all laughed. And yes, we let her have a cookie.
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