As we were driving home from Bible study late at night, I mentioned that it was Tuesday. Becky quickly objected, “You mean Tuesnight.”
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A few weeks ago, we had gone through the McDonalds drive-thru to grab a quick dinner after running errands, and because I was really hungry and the smell of the hot, salty french fries was just too much to resist, I grabbed a fry out of the bag while driving toward home. Miss Sharp-Ears (Becky) in the backseat heard the to-go bag rustle and piped up, “What did you just eat?”
I guiltily admitted, “I snuck a fry.”
“What did you say?” Becky asked.
“I snuck a fry,” I repeated.
“What?” she hollered, trying to hear me over the din in the backseat.
“I SNUCK A FRY!” I hollered back.
“Oh!” she responded thoughtfully. She paused, then said, “Can I snuck a fry?”
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