About Grandpa Tales

Grandpa Tales is a collection of adventures and reflections from a Grandpa’s perspective.

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About Grandpa Tales

Grandpa Tales is a collection of adventures and reflections from a Grandpa’s perspective.

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By on February 7, 2017 in Uncategorized with 2 Comments

We committed the crime, now we had to find a way to cover it up.

It started innocently enough. But like most crimes, it spun out of control quickly.

Brayden and I were leaving his preschool. I turned left onto Jefferson Boulevard and headed home. The direction of the turn is important.

A few seconds after turning Brayden said, “Grandpa, I thought we were stopping at Dunkin’ Donuts so I could get some munchkins.”

“What? We never stop at Dunkin’ Donuts on the way home Brayden.”

“But Grandpa, I thought we would do it today because you picked me up.”

I immediately caved and said, “OK.” If you are thinking – it doesn’t take much you softie – you would be right. The Pillsbury Dough Boy is rock solid compared to me.

“But Grandpa, we’re going the wrong way. The Dunkin’ Donuts is near my school.” He’s right. It was if I turned right instead of left.

“I know another Dunkin’ Donuts and we can go there.”

“But Grandpa, I want to go to the one by my school.”

“OK”. I turned around and headed to the correct Dunkin’ Donuts. As I’m driving, in the back of my mind I’m saying, “What are you doing, your daughter will kill you – you dummy.”  You may think I’m overreacting, being hard on myself. Nope, I’m just thinking about what a nutrition conscious Mom would do if she knew her Dad was buying her son munchkins in the middle of the afternoon.

We pulled into the Dunkin’ Donuts lot, parked the car, and walked in.

“Brayden, they have four kinds: glazed, chocolate, cinnamon and strawberry filled. You can have three (at least I had some sense to set the deal parameters). Which ones would you like?”

He tugged on my pant leg. I bent down and he said, “Grandpa, pick me up so I can see them.” I did and had him stand on the counter.

The woman behind the counter said, “Do you want five, six …?”

“Three.” I had to grab control when I could because at this point I was way behind the control curve.

Brayden picked three chocolate munchkins, I paid, and we went back to the car. I strapped him into his car seat, he opened the bag, reached in, and started to eat.

I said, “Brayden, you can’t tell anyone we did this, OK.”

“Right Grandpa, we can’t tell anybody.”

“What if Grandma sees the bag when we get home?”. He asked.

“Grandma’s not home, she’s picking up Molly.”

“But if she is I’ll say – we came right home from school Grandma and didn’t stop at Dunkin’ Donuts.”

“Ah, no Brayden, we say nothing.” Even as I was finishing my sentence I was thinking, “I can’t believe I just said that”.

“What are you going to do with the bag Grandpa? If Grandma sees the bag she’ll know we went to Dunkin’ Donuts.”

“I’ll throw the bag out so she won’t see it.”

“That sounds good Grandpa. This is our secret isn’t it Grandpa.”

“Yes, it is, Brayden. It’s our secret adventure”

He paused a moment and said, “Grandpa, I can keep a secret.”

“I know you can Brayden.”

After a few seconds of silence, he said. “Can I tell Molly?”

“No, she’ll feel bad we didn’t get some for her.”

“You’re right Grandpa. Can I tell Molly we’ll go to Dunkin’ Donuts sometime for munchkins?”

“That works, you can tell her that.”

The plan was set, we had our story, all’s right with the world. But then guilt started to seep in. “What have I done? I can’t teach him to lie”, I said to myself.

“Hey Brayden, if anyone asks if we went to Dunkin’ Donuts, we have to tell the truth and say we did. We can’t lie. OK.”

“OK Grandpa.”

I was still feeling a little guilty when he said, “Grandpa.”

“What Brayden.”

“I love you”

“I love you too Brayden.”

I started to choked up as I thought, “these are the precious moments of being a Grandpa: fun, secret adventures, and good conversation.”


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  1. Karen says:

    Love this story! How precious to have this one on one time with Braydon is. Sometimes the littlest one misses out just because of birth order; not in this family!

    • Tony Kubica says:

      Thank you Karen, and so true. I’m excited to hear your stories. Isn’t being a grandparent fun? Although when you get in trouble for spoiling them, well – it’s still worth it.

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