Sundaes & Chuckles

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."