Scratching the Twinkie
In exasperation, I offered up a “Maid Marion” costume to my son Devon while hunting for the perfect Halloween outfit.
“Mom. I can’t wear that,“ Devon complained pointedly.
“Why not?“ I asked in faux innocence.
He glared at me then explained, “MOM! Because, I’d be the only Maid Marion scratching my Twinkie.“
D’oh.
Posted by Mommy on 10/15 at 10:59 PM
New from Hostess: “Prescratched Twinkies!“
I’m a sick.. sick.. man.
Posted by Chad on 10/16 at 05:21 AM
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