The Setting: Holiday World and Splashin' Safari in Santa Claus, IN. The Spouse and I are walking through the park on our way to get some water. She is holding a big bag of blue cotton candy.
|Blue Cotton Candy. Nectar of the Gods. Precursor to diabetes!|
Question: Why is Cotton Candy NOT on the Food Pyramid?!
Me: Okay. Let's go to one of their drink places and get you some water.
The Spouse: I'm supposed to eat some food with the medicine. Do you think eating cotton candy would count as food?
Me: (after pausing for a moment) Who am I to judge? I once had a few gin and tonics and called it "lunch." If I can call gin and tonic "lunch," you can call cotton candy "food."
The Spouse: This is why I love you.
The Setting: In the car on the way to eat out with the grandparents.
The Girl Child: Can I ride in the front seat?
Me: If you can convince your Momma to let you.
TGC: Can you lock just this door? (Front passenger)
TGC: I'm going to buckle up and make her get in the back.
(Walks out into the garage. Stops, looks at TGC, shakes her head and opens the door.)The Spouse: Get out, kid. Get in the back.
TGC: Forget it old lady. Hop in the back and let's go.
The Spouse: (Looking at me for support) Really? You think this is funny?
Me: I didn't say a thing!
TGC: (thumb of right hand stuck out and motioning to the back seat) Get in the back lady! We gotta go! I gotta get my tacos on!
Me: Yeah! Get in the back Rosa! You're holding up the bus!
The Spouse: You all think this is funny, now...
TGC: Good one Dad! I just got me some history and humor all at the same time!