I promised the story, here it is. My husband and I decided to take our small family (consisting of our then six month old baby girl, K) to his parents, where we attended a local fall fair.
Nana had big plans for the day, and one of these plans was to buy K her own stick of cotton candy. A whole cotton candy to herself. My husband, bless his heart, told her no, but Nana was insistent. I had absolutely no knowledge there was anything of the like going on, as this was my first break from my baby that day, and I was enjoying the fair. I gather my husband prevailed, as my darling girl was not enjoined by a sticky paper coin to her stroller.
I have my own weakness, being a need for caramel apples. I don’t just nibble the caramel off the apple, if the apple is fresh and crunchy, caramel and apples are a natural together. I eat the whole thing, there is little left after. That fair, by the way, had the best caramel apples I’d seen in a long time. So I bought one. And ate it.
By this time, I’d met up with the rest of the group (I was hanging out with my small brothers and sister in law-Hubby was the eldest in the family, the rest of the family was quite young then) having just finished the apple, and had a little of the core and mere traces of caramel on it. K had a great day with Nana, Papa and Dad, but was anxious to see Mom (hunger being chief among her motives), and so clamoured to sit with Mom.
I pulled her out of the stroller, and offered her the stick from the caramel apple while I got myself ready to feed her. Nana looks at this and asks me “Is she allowed to have that?” I must have looked at her quite oddly, as I had no idea that K had been denied cotton candy earlier in the day, but I said… “Uhmmm. yeah?”
Hubby told me on the way home what had happened. Poor Nana, she must have thought I was going to be in such trouble!
Posted on August 4th, 2008 by MaryEllen
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