Friday, August 13, 2010
"Little fishies?" Himself asked puzzled. "Do you mean tuna?"
"No, I hate tuna."
"The goldfish crackers?" Dad answered "no" to a string of possibilities.
"No." Dad left in search of little fishies.
Himself picked up the few remaining items and then waited for Dad. Five minutes, ten minutes. Just about the time Himself was going to send out the posse, Dad rounded the corner.
He placed two dozen eggs in the cart.
"But you already have eggs."
Himself didn't pursue the matter. Just wanted to get the heck out of the mahket.
Jury's still out as to what little fishies are.