Yummy

I'm back to my roots, visiting the ol' folks of my pops. Grandma is like the stereotype, literally feeds you like you haven't been eating for weeks. But I don't mind, if it makes her happy. Today she made pancakes, like the good ol' days and in fact they tasted just the same. She told me about an episode where I was small and I was at their place chillin' until my mom came and picked me up. Grandma made pancakes for me that day, and I told her not to tell mom that I ate pancakes with sugar on a weekday. When my mom finally came to pick me up, I told her "Guess what? I had pancakes and sugar today!". Hmm, too excited to keep it as a secret huh.