She Started It!!!!
Way back when I jumped into the work force, I was very concerned about my three children for I did not want to leave them with just a baby-sitter.
Grandma came to the rescue, she moved in and took charge. My mother was alone and it worked out fine for all.
Now you have to understand, grandma was not the typical cookie baking grandma that even put an apron on---jeans and a tee shirt was the norm. She was thirty eight years old when I presented her with her first grandchild. Come to think of it, she was never the ordinary Mom either. She would have fit into today's world just fine. The kids loved it, (Gram) always understood and she could play Davey Crocket and shoot a water pistol or make a doll dress with the best of them. She was a little five foot --five but she stood toe to toe with all their conflicts that they tossed in front of her and ruled the court fair and square.
When i came home from work each day, I would fix dinner and get to hear all the things that they did that day---I thought? I would ask the usual things like, did you eat all your breakfast this morning? I would always get a very enthusiastic---YES. It never occurred to me to ask what they had eaten. I assumed it was the normal cereal eggs and bacon, etc.
One day I left for work at the usual time but found that when I got to my office I had left some important papers at home and I needed them before noon. Returning home I quietly slipped in the front door and I could hear the chatter coming from the kitchen and knowing they were probably eating breakfast, I stuck my head around the kitchen door.
"Hi everyone," just knowing I would get big smiles in return. There was dead---silence.
"Oh boy, we are in trouble now," my oldest daughter said. that is when I seen the big lemon pie sitting in the middle of the table, at least what was left of it and as I scanned the occupants around the table there sat my youngest daughter with lemon pie smeared generously near her mouth and my son was frantically trying to maybe swallow it all before it might be removed. At the head of the table sat Gram with a grin on her face that she made no attempt to hide.
That evening, I carefully broached the subject at the dinner table about the pie for breakfast. there again, a long moment of silence when that (hubber) many of you know now (jerilee wei) spoke.
"Mom we see people eat donuts, sticky buns and pancake with syrup so why can't we eat pie for breakfast?"
I quickly glanced at Gram, hoping for a little backup support of a word or two, but all I saw was a bigger grin and more laughter dancing in her dark eyes.
Well now, I have been a great grandmother for many years and I am here today to FESS-UP because I have been eating pie for breakfast for many years---this morning was apple pie with my coffee---
REMEMBER---SOMETIMES OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF CHILDREN ALSO COMES TRUTH .
P.S. Grandma lived to be 94----I wonder?????
