And Now A Word From Baby Boy

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. 

On the way home, as promised, we stopped to get a hot fudge sundae. I promised him it would make his finger better. And besides, it would not be a food outing for us without one, even in twenty-something temperatures. I decided to wait until I stopped driving to eat mine but he used the little orange plastic spoon to dive right in from his usual backseat perch in the rear view mirror.

"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.