There was a little mix-up at dinner tonight. Big refused to eat and kept chanting "Cone, cone, cone..." It took me a while to realize that he thought the sour cream I served the kids with their quesadillas was ice cream, so he wanted it on a cone (I mean, all creams are the same, right?). Luckily, all it took was a taste to convince Big that he didn't want a sour cream cone after all.
Bud was just telling me how cool I am. It made me feel pretty good until he said, "You're so cool (followed by vague gestures toward my body)......you're LARGE!" How very true.
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My sister Becky used to eat sour cream by the giant spoonful out the fridge when she was a kid. She loved it! I would try to come eat some and she would say it was her medicine and mine was butter. So I would eat the butter and she'd eat the sour cream. No wonder my cholesterol is high!
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