"Don't Tell Your Nanna"

Last night I had a massive craving for ice cream which meant that J and I went just up the road to our local Baskin Robbins. Yum! He was going to run in and get it for us and this is how the conversation went:

J: "What flavor do you want?
Me: "Vanilla."
J: "Really?"
Me: "OK, chocolate."
J: "How about rocky road?"
Me: "Sure, why not!"

Y'all, that was the best ice cream cone EVER! If up to my own devices, I clearly go the boring route when it comes to choosing an ice cream flavor. However, my hubs knew exactly what to choose and here's why:

When I was a little girl and would visit my grandparents in California, my grandfather would sneak me around the corner to the local Baskin Robbins. While I'm not sure who chose the flavors of our treats, I'd always have rocky road and he'd attempt to get something sugar free. He'd always ask for a bite or two of mine and simply say, "don't tell your nanna", and it would be our little secret.

It's just one of those sweet memories that I've talked about before and will always cherish. What's really cool, too, is that the last time I was in California that Baskin Robbins was still in the exact same spot. :-)

"What children need most are the essentials that grandparents provide in abundance. They give unconditional love, kindness, patience, humor, comfort, lessons in life. And, most importantly, cookies." -- Rudolph Giuliani

"A grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heart." -- Author Unknown

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