Cool whip is the ultimate topping! You can put it on cake, ice cream, fruit or just eat it plain. I have never heard the question "Hey, do you want some Cool-Whip?" followed by the answer "Nah." You can not resist that fluffy, tasty mouth full of goodness. My son is no exception. The kid will eat anything that looks like it is sweet.
Charlie was a little upset last night as he began to wind down for the evening. As usual, Grandpa could not bare to here the sounds of his sweet grandson in distress. It is amazing how, as a parent, you interpret the sounds of your whining child as a bedtime alarm and, as a grandparent, you interpret the whining as absolute, world-ending stress. In his typical, frantic fashion, Grandpa searches for a remedy to stop the whales and cries of the young offspring that is not pleased with the talk of going to sleep.
Grandpa quickly scurries about the kitchen opening cabinets, searching high and low like a Meerkat on watch, checking the fridge like a Bear in a picnic basket and rolling out drawers, rifling through them like a gold digger, for something to soothe his grandson. Charlie spots that Cool-Whip bowl and immediately begins the two-arm reach and hop accompanied by the "I'm spoiled rotten uh-uhs." Grandpa slaps a dollop of Cool-Whip in the bowl and sits in the floor so that Charlie may have quick and easy access to the "cure" for his problem.
Charlie did not mind that he had to crouch like a spider monkey to eat the new-found treat that Grandpa had supplied. The crying and whining immediately stopped as Charlie tossed back a spoonful of that fluffy goodness. Grandpa breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "I can't stand to hear him upset!" We appreciate the concern for his happiness, but it is 20 minutes until bedtime. The child wants for nothing and never will because Grandpa is wrapped around his little finger.
Charlie was a little upset last night as he began to wind down for the evening. As usual, Grandpa could not bare to here the sounds of his sweet grandson in distress. It is amazing how, as a parent, you interpret the sounds of your whining child as a bedtime alarm and, as a grandparent, you interpret the whining as absolute, world-ending stress. In his typical, frantic fashion, Grandpa searches for a remedy to stop the whales and cries of the young offspring that is not pleased with the talk of going to sleep.
Grandpa quickly scurries about the kitchen opening cabinets, searching high and low like a Meerkat on watch, checking the fridge like a Bear in a picnic basket and rolling out drawers, rifling through them like a gold digger, for something to soothe his grandson. Charlie spots that Cool-Whip bowl and immediately begins the two-arm reach and hop accompanied by the "I'm spoiled rotten uh-uhs." Grandpa slaps a dollop of Cool-Whip in the bowl and sits in the floor so that Charlie may have quick and easy access to the "cure" for his problem.
Charlie did not mind that he had to crouch like a spider monkey to eat the new-found treat that Grandpa had supplied. The crying and whining immediately stopped as Charlie tossed back a spoonful of that fluffy goodness. Grandpa breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "I can't stand to hear him upset!" We appreciate the concern for his happiness, but it is 20 minutes until bedtime. The child wants for nothing and never will because Grandpa is wrapped around his little finger.
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