Taco Night
I told you I had another “I’m blogging That” entry, and now it is time to embarrass someone else. Last night, we had tacos, as I said we were going to do. And DD#3 was eating along, and suddenly made a face and put her taco down. She began to complain that she was full and didn’t want to eat it, and there was something nasty in her taco. I was “chewy and fruity”, she said. “It’s gross”, she said. And the rest of us looked at her like she was insane, because we were scarfing down tacos as fast as we could. And she insisted it was true, and began to look for the offending thing in her half eaten taco. She found her gum! We all had a good laugh over it, and her parting shot was “Well, I did say it was chewy and fruity.”















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