Scene: Fisherman’s Wharf, Monterey, California. There is a six-foot tall wooden sculpture of an ice-cream sundae, advertising an ice cream shop. Dad and Nonna are admiring the many typographical errors in the shop window. Nate is admiring the giant sundae.
Nate: Dad, can I climb it?
Dad: Sure, honey, but don’t lick it.
Nate immediately licks the sundae, and giggles.
Dad (resigned): Nate, do you know why I told you not to lick it?
Nate (confidently): Because it’s made of wood.
Dad: No. Because it’s covered with seagull poop.
Nate: Oh.
Nonna laughs.
Then, too – think how many other tongues have been there before yours. Blecch!
I always have to have tissue near me when I read your blog…I never know if I’m going to laugh, cry, or cry because I’m laughing so hard. Thank you!
Hi Amy! Thank YOU. Haven’t heard from you in a while; I hope to see an update on your site soon, hint hint.