sugar.

Only a Nana can get away with bringing over those horrible bakery cupcakes with the little forky decoration things stuck in them and that have about 97 grams of sugar per ounce and lots of dyes.  And a Nana can do this quite nicely if she is celebrating the sun with her grandbabies, all 13 of them, who are covered in frosting and mud from the creek and chick feathers and all sorts of other wonderful summer like things.  Nanas are totally entitled.

The only caveat is that I get to lick the frosting off the baby’s face.

No, seriously.  I do.  It’s a mama’s prerogative.  It’s in the bylaws.

Hold still.  Mama’s gonna get her some sugar.

You need me to suck it off your fat fingers too?  O.K.  I’m in.

Nope, you don’t get to do it yourself.  Nice try.

Tomorrow I’m rolling her in chocolate, then going at her with a jar of peanut butter and a spatula.

3 Replies to “sugar.”

  1. Ohh how I love that my Nana got to get away with that sort of stuff when we were little too (who am I kidding? She still spoils us rotten :). Pretty sure that baby's face is a lot sweeter than the frosting!

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