When I was a little kid, My Great-Grand mother was a person that I spent all my time with. My cousins, all around the same age as me, would go over and play store, house, school, pretty much anything you can imagine at her house. Being a grandmother, she was always looking for ways to make us smile, giggle and laugh. Every time one of us was sad or if we did something good (like helping her clear dishes, cleaning up after we were done playing, sharing, etc.) she would reach into her purse, pull out a sweetart and say "Thank you for being such a sweetheart, my little sweetart."

 

When we received the sweetart, we would giggle with delightment, for our parents giving us candy wasn't something that happened too often. When my cousins and I were growing up and just learning how to read, she would praise us after reading a book to her, but giving us a sweetart. My great-grand mother isn't alive anymore... passing away from cancer a few years back, but I'll never forget how much of a Sweetart... err, I mean SweetHEART, she was to me. ~ Kristy from Pennsylvania