My grandma believes that Capri Suns can cure diabetes and that red Gatorade will give you cancer.

She loves anything with sugar in it. Dinner will hardly be touched, but she’ll always ask what’s for desert. For a few days she didn’t eat anything but Cracker Jacks.

Seriously lacking vegetables this week, we included some roasted green beans with our dinner tonight, and we told her that she had to eat two of them in order to get desert.

“Well, what’s for desert?”

“Chocolate chip cookies. Fresh from the oven.”

Her expression was pained. She wanted those cookies, but 3 cherry tomatoes, a small potato and two green beans was a big request. She said, “We’ll see.”