Born: July 14, 1998
First Grandchild
Easter – a long time ago
One Easter when Gregory was pretty little, the family decided to meet at Stanley's for Easter brunch – the whole crew of us. Julie made all of the kids a bag of Easter “goodies” which included a chicken that, when pressed down, laid bubblegum eggs. Gregory, seated at my right, pressed the top of his chicken and out popped a bubblegum egg. Gregory repeated this process several times , adding several eggs to his mouth... until he found a yellow egg. When he started to chew the yellow egg, he turned quickly to me and said excitedly.
“Grammie… Taste the yellow ones! They taste like the beach!”
One Easter when Gregory was pretty little, the family decided to meet at Stanley's for Easter brunch – the whole crew of us. Julie made all of the kids a bag of Easter “goodies” which included a chicken that, when pressed down, laid bubblegum eggs. Gregory, seated at my right, pressed the top of his chicken and out popped a bubblegum egg. Gregory repeated this process several times , adding several eggs to his mouth... until he found a yellow egg. When he started to chew the yellow egg, he turned quickly to me and said excitedly.
“Grammie… Taste the yellow ones! They taste like the beach!”
I (of course) responded as any worth-her-salt grandmother would... by testing a yellow, beach-tasting yellow gumball egg and then responding with enthusiasm, “You’re right, Gregory!”
Gregory sat there for a minute… his brows knit together, pensively… and then he turned and slowly looked up at me.
“Grammie… How do they get the memories in the gum?”
Gregory sat there for a minute… his brows knit together, pensively… and then he turned and slowly looked up at me.
“Grammie… How do they get the memories in the gum?”
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