“We’re going to LollyPop’s house.” Those words are the reasoning behind the selection of the grandparent names around here.
Wouldn’t you know it? Now there’s a “sweet shop” called Lolli and Pops.
By sweet shop, I mean a candy story. But doesn’t the OTHER sound SO much fancier.
Kind of like going to LollyPop’s sounds cooler than going to “Grandma and Grandpa’s house.”
Or so I like to tell myself.
On a recent journey into Lolli and Pops sweet shop, I had my photo taken. And I purchased some refillable candy jars.
Because every kid knows you’re sure to get candy and Grandma’s house.
I filled it with dark chocolate covered nuts and cranberries. Since then, the stock was depleted (again, by me), so I refilled it with gummy bears. Those won’t tempt me to increase my middle-aged med-section. Not even a little.
Eventually, I’ll have multiple jars, all of them filled with whatever Shana and her siblings (and maybe cousins) love to eat. I have a few years before they’ll be ready for candy.
And I’ll be a responsible candy-doled-outer. Only given after a meal or right before I send them home with their parents. I mean, that’s just how it works, right?
What would you fill your candy jars with? What was your favorite candy as a kid?