The Sweet Sweet Smell of My Grandkids’ Grandma

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On the night of Valentine’s Day, 2014, I was caring for three of my grandchildren. (What else would I be doing on Valentine’s Day?)

My grandkids had already had their snacks for the night, and they were lying comfortably on my pull-out, watching a movie. While they were occupied, I snuck into my secret hiding place, grabbed a mini-Heath bar, quietly removed the wrapper, gently threw the wrapper into the trash, and enjoyed the delectable chocolatey crunchiness.

When I returned to the couch, 6-year-old Nolan, family bloodhound, picked up his head and started sniffing the air.  “I smell cookies.” Hmm, I didn’t get away with it after all. “Are you eating a chocolate chip cookie?”

“No.” I wasn’t lying.

The detective wouldn’t let it go. “WERE you eating a chocolate chip cookie?”

“No,” I said, wishing he would stop asking questions, because I was getting uncomfortably close to laughing.

9-year-old Audrey picked up her head and also sniffed the air. “I smell it too. Are you MAKING chocolate chip cookies?”

“No.” I couldn’t control my smile from widening across my face.

Nolan might as well have pulled out a pad of paper and a pen at that point. “Are you making any other kind of cookies?”

You know how you sometimes say something without thinking and it’s not until you see the reactions of everyone else doubled over in uproarious laughter, that you have to wonder if maybe what you said didn’t make sense?

Before I could respond, Audrey asked, “Did you fart?” Nolan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head in cartoon-like fashion as he broke into fits of laughter. Audrey, 2-year-old Avery, and I joined in.

Thanks to the distraction of laughter, by the way, nobody thought to ask any further questions. My stash is still safe from being discovered and I can bask in the knowledge that I am probably the only grandma on the planet who puffs out little chocolate farts.

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3 thoughts on “The Sweet Sweet Smell of My Grandkids’ Grandma”

  1. They are some smart kids. I myself have an imaginary son but he’s not that smart. If he was that smart, he wouldn’t be mine!

  2. I can’t believe you withheld chocolate from your grandkids! Even though they “already had their snacks for the night”, any sweet Grandma would have made cookies or waited until the children were asleep before eating chocolate!
    Our grandkids are coming over tonight and you can be sure we will have chocolate available (because we can’t wait until they are asleep and they are older and better detectives)!

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