After dinner on Sunday at Grandma’s house we all sat round in that fabulous sunroom of theirs, just talking about nothing in particular.  This is the time to catch up on all the goings on in the family.  Seems no one had any thing of essence to tell this Sunday.  Talk always turns to how everyone is doing in their various business dealings and to me that means it time to go help Grandma in the kitchen.  We had all pitched in our course and made short work of cleaning up and wrapping up leftovers.  Grandma was already giving a lecture to my Uncle on how he knows the hair treatments he has continued to try won’t work on him.  So they talked about the babies and what their latest antics are.  It seems a friend of theirs tried to give the babies some applesauce one day when she was visiting.  The problem was the girls wouldn’t eat it.  They friend said they made such ugly faces and spit it all out.  She had brought it because she has seen them eat it before.  Turns out her applesauce had sugar in it.  The babies eat natural homemade applesauce, no sugar.