Tagged: ice cream
the discerning palate lives…
my mom hasn’t spoken words audible, understandable words in months… until…
daughter: (feeding my mom a nursing home vanilla ice cream cup) mom, do you want some more dessert?
little tobin: (face squished, mouth pursed, eyes eager) yes, a better one. (clear as day)
review of we need to talk about kevin…
daughter: oh my god that was so depressing.
little tobin: i am beyond depressed.
daughter: god i hate kevin.
little tobin: that was just awful, who wants to watch that.
daughter: the acting was good.
little tobin: yeah that’s why i’m so depressed.
daughter: that sucked the life out of me. let’s eat ice cream.
little tobin: we will need gallons and hours of will and grace to get over that.
ice cream slingers?…
(little tobin and i were offered a job working the window at this ice cream shoppe)
daughter: that would be hysterical if we did it.
little tobin: no way! we would eat away the profits.
(due to imminent weight gain, we turned down the kind offer)
little tobin & daughter 