We were in the grocery store this afternoon and I had a “Mmm…Twinkies!” moment. The short kid asked what a Twinkie was.
How could the short kid be six and a half and not have had a Twinkie? (The tall kid didn’t like the one he had when he was like…3, and he has a ‘one strike’ rule.) So I bought a box. The short kid has now had a Twinkie.
I…have had six of the other nine.
Now I remember why we don’t ever have a box of Twinkies in the house.