posted Mon, 29 Oct 2007
After a huge supper at The BBQ shop, the leftovers of which have given us three more meals.
SH: It’s the end of the month. I have to go to Baskin Robbins.
Me: What does it being the end of the month have to do with it?
SH: Because this is my only chance to get the flavor of the month.
Me: Which is?
SH: Jamocha Oreo and chocolate Oreo. But I really shouldn’t.
Me: I’m not the boss of you. I’m not the food police. If you want ice cream, get some.
SH: I’ll be back in ten minutes. I’m walking. Do you want some?
Me: No, I don’t need it. Besides, I don’t like Oreos.
SH: How can you not like Oreos?
Me: They’re dry and icky. Besides, why would I eat a store-bought cookie when homemade is so much better?
SH: But Oreos are different.
Me: No, they’re not. My mom never made us eat Oreos. She baked really good cookies.
Ten minutes later, SH walks in and hands me a half-eaten cone.
SH: I know you said you didn’t want any, but do you want a taste?
Me: Of course.