Banana Split Alone

One of my most vivid memories of spending time with my grandparents was when I turned four years old.  Grandpa Tony and Grandma Josie took me out on a special date, just the three of us.  That was a really big deal, with me being the youngest of three brothers.  I remember holding their hands as we crossed a busy street to an old-fashioned ice cream parlor.  I was probably told I could have whatever I wanted – I don’t recall that detail.  But I clearly recall the large banana split that was put in front of me, and that only a cup of ice cream given to the two of them.  After digging in for awhile, I was prompted by grandma that I would probably need her help.  Determined to live up to their big-boy expectations of me, I assured her I could handle that thing all by myself.  And I did, down to the last drop, despite her apparent “doubts” by offering to take some a couple more times.  It wasn’t until the next day, when I heard my mom laughing on the telephone with grandma, that they had planned that we all share it, and I had cut them out of the action!  It was a little thing, and a little memory, but it has always stuck with me.

LESSON LEARNED:  I was already overeating as a four-year old.  Wow.

FEEDBACK:  WHAT SPECIAL MEMORY DO YOU RECALL OF HAVING YOUR GRANDPARENTS ALL TO YOURSELF?