I was staying with my mother while finishing college.
On Saturday mornings she would often make waffles. Tanda always got the first waffle off of the iron. She would
refuse to eat it unless it had butter and syrup on it.
One fateful day the waffle iron got knocked off of the counter and broke into many pieces. Tanda was absolutely miffed... That year, for Christmas I bought
my Mother a waffle iron, wrapped it and signed it:
To: Granny
I'm not sure who was happier on Christmas morning, Mom or Tanda.
From: Tanda
