In the Fresh and Easy parking lot just now Myra-Jean asked me if, when we got back into the car, she could cuddle with a frozen pizza we’d just bought.
I said no. “Some things are just not made for cuddling with, and frozen pizza is one of them.”
“But Mom! I know where its bar code is!”
I still said no. Does this make me a jerk?
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Is the date right on this post?
why do you ask?
And what’s the matter with that kid? She didn’t like the bag of nails I gave to her for Christmas?
she prefers something colder.