So we'd been to dinner. My barbecue (yes, I said BBQ for all you Mimi-cholesterol-watchers) was not a good choice because it was too dry but he had a fine time eating all my hushpuppies and dipping them in the ranch dressing nonetheless. While I finished a salad and cup of coffee, he sat snuggled under my arm in the restaurant booth because he'd cut his finger a little and needed some Mimi TLC. I did manage to hide one hushpuppy from him, but barely.
"YUM! Yummmmmyyyeeeeeee. Hot fudge sundaes are the best, aren't they Baby Boy?"
"Yep.....but do they make 'em on Mondays too?"
Oh, that child.