When I was younger, we always played "kick the can" at my grandparents' house. I'm not sure why. Maybe my mom can shed light on that. Anyways, last night our yard was full of kids playing kickball until late in the day. Then I brought our cookies to them and all of them said, "my grandmother makes the BEST cookies!" It wasn't my mom makes the best cookies, or my aunt or anyone else. It was "my grandma" which made me smile because I thought the very same about my grandmother's cookies too.
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