"I'm not hungry, Gramma." "How much ice cream have you had?" The question asked now just before dinner which I, Gramma "Jay," had lovingly prepared at my son's house. A favorite of spaghetti with meatballs and of course cheesy garlic bread was served on the table in the dining room. Sometimes this not so clever as she thinks, 10 year old would ask each parent separately for a bowl of her favorite vanilla flavor. If only one of them said no Shea would still get herself ice cream. Her father, my son, would say no most of the time and become angry at her persistence. Her mom generally gave in. Shea would also ask her grandmothers who often babysat, for ice cream even if she already had some.
This Thursday night I was there. Gramma Susie had babysat all day while Joe and Ashley worked. She told me Shea was especially difficult. She had had three bowls of ice...