Cubes of Love

My Honey and I have decided that when we get grandchildren, we’re going to go over to their house every night just before bedtime and get them all sugared up.

“I’m gonna carry candy in my pockets all the time,” he told me.

“Candy, hell,” I said.  “I’m just gonna sneak them spoons full of pure sugar.”

My Honey laughed.  He can just picture me feeding them sugar cubes like horses.

“Who’s your favorite Grandma?  That’s right.  Here you go.  It’s a little cube of love, baby.”