When she was tired of all the kids running all over her house or when it was simply time for one of my mom's little friends to leave, she'd offer them a cookie "on their way out."
When my (bio-)father came home from the war & was staying at his sister's place in SoCal, he met this adorable brunette who was living with her mom in the same apartment complex. They started dating. One date took place in my aunt's apartment. My grandmother stopped by to see how things were going...and stayed til my father (who had heard the cookie story) offered her a martini on her way out.
Mom continued the tradition (and the many stories associated with it) when my siblings & I were young. You know, having a cookie on your way out the door really does help with the whole separation thing!
Strangely enough, while I don't think anyone has explained this tradition to Teag, she seems to already have a grasp on it.
Gramma stopped by there a couple days ago to check on her girls (TeaRose & her mama were sick with colds).She brought medicines & juice, etc. Then she sat down to visit with Tiff & Teag. However, Tiff soon when into the kitchen to make Teag a bottle before naptime. While she was in there, Teag went over to Gramma's purse and, with much grunting and groaning & straining, dragged Gramma's big red purse over to her feet and then waved and said "Bye-Bye."
She wouldn't stop waving or saying bye-bye til my mom picked up her purse to leave. Guess she was afraid my mom would swipe her milk bottle on the way out! And she didn't even offer Gramma a cookie!
Blowing kisses bye-bye
Is this purse huge or what?!?
My grandma always carried a big purse too...