I spent yesterday afternoon eating a hot fudge sundae and watching old Tom & Jerry cartoons. With my teenagers? No. With my grandmother.
Part of Mim's daily routine is to watch Tom & Jerry from 1 to 2 each afternoon. She says that she watches it to get some "chuckles." And she recently mentioned that I should join her at that hour sometime so that I could get some "chuckles," too. So I went over yesterday afternoon. But not empty-handed. I picked up two McDonald's sundaes.
The sundae idea is a left-over from the days when my boys were little and my grandfather was still alive. Periodically, he and Mim would treat us to lunch at Mickey D's. And because I come from a family that simply must have a little something sweet at the end of their meal, sundaes all-around was the norm.
So I thought it might be fun to take her a sundae. I even remembered how she liked them. Hot fudge, whipped cream, a cherry on the top. No. Nuts. And she was delighted.
So was I. Why would I not be? With a hot fudge sundae and the very same Tom & Jerry episodes that my sister and I watched as children, I was in my glory.
And I think we've made a new tradition. Neither of us can wait for our next session of Sundaes & Chuckles. And by the way, I definitely did get some "chuckles."