Whistling past the graveyard.

Chris's grandmother passed away Sunday morning and while we're sad she's not here, she was in really bad health and is, I'm sure, much relieved to be done with it all. The boys got to see her & spend some happy time together at Christmas.



Here they are together.















So there was that.

We gave her a some Tupperwares full of junk food. She loved her Little Debbie's and such and that's not something a nursing home keeps on hand, with their balanced, low salt meals and other elder abusive crap.

Unfortunately she got too ill to enjoy it and never even opened the boxes they were in. After she passed my mother-in-law, Shirley, gave it back to us so it wouldn't go to waste.

Wesley, a snack cake enthusiast, won't even go near them. He says "it's kind of weird" and " it's dead people food" and he won't touch them. This child has never met a preservative he didn't like and named his favorite cat Fancy Cake after a type of Little Debbie.

Today at lunch he..left..his...dessert...uneaten. Something that has never happened in recorded history. No explanation will change his mind. The kid is cannot be reasoned with and has left an entire box of perfectly good garbage food to their fates (i.e., Connor & the dog).

I wash my hands of the situation.