Last night Tim couldn't find the Chap Stick in its usual spot. He opened the junk drawer and pulled out a tube of Herpecin, which is awesome for cold sores. Even so, the tube looks a little different from Chap Stick.
Since his arms are not long enough to read stuff properly, he held it up and asked me, "Is this Chap Stick?"
I answered affirmatively.
"OK, good," he said. "I just wanted to make sure it wasn't glue stick."
I'm a writer and editor born and raised in Tennessee. I'm a married mom of three boys: 14-year-old twins and a 7-year-old. Why "Seafood Chicken"? When I was three, my parents took me to the Gulf Coast to visit my grandparents. On the way to dinner our first night there, everyone talked so much about eating some good seafood that I decided I wanted some seafood, too. My wise mother knew I was too picky to eat fish, so she suggested I have some "seafood chicken," which I enjoyed without ever knowing it was just fried chicken. That was my first experience with successful parenting through propaganda.
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