|Aidan DOES love sugar|
|Elijah vs the cupcake|
|Josiah and the object of his affection|
First, a disclaimer: I wasn't there and I didn't ply the three with pure spun sugar. I mention this only because my friend, Sue Wauer, beat me to the punch. A Granma herself (though she spells it "Yaya"), Sue was watching out for the ones I love when she saw them sitting empty handed at a baseball game. Gaining parental permission, a considerate gesture, she bought blue cotton candy for each of the assembled three. How sweet - and I say that with multiple meanings.
Whether or not the gift was appreciated by parent(s), it should have been destined for love by three little boys - though in reality, only two-thirds ended up singing its praises with sticky blue mouths. The picture below graphically reveals Aidan's opinion of the the fluffy stuff, as well as that of his brothers. This photographic evidence occurred even before the first taste, though I'm told the reaction was that much more pronounced after the first, and therefore last, bite.
While I might not be a cotton candy aficionado, it is sugar, meaning I will eat it just because. So, really, Aidan, whose grandboy are you? Well, sweetheart, I still love you!
Want to make some chocolate chip cookies?