Leave it to Grandma to come over with a bag full of cream puffs for Ben. For those of you who know me, that doesn’t usually fly around here. I have been really good though. I understand that Grandparents have certain rights. Spoiling is one of them. But a BAG? Just for Ben? Given to him when she walks in the door, BEFORE dinner? Come on Mom!
The Monsta was lucky that he ate his entire meal. I think he was imagining the puff during every bite. Well, the time came….
for dessert:
He examined it, smelled it, lifted it up slowly and took a bite….
When his teeth sunk into it, it was pure ecstasy in his eyes…
The rest is history!
