The same year I was caught
with the Fudgsicle, I got sick.
I don’t have a very clear
memory about this. I remember I stopped esting and was losing weight rather
rapidly.
What I do remember is I must
have been pretty sick because they kept trying to bribe me to eat something.
ANYTHING! Even the forbidden
foods!
My Father, in an effort to
get me to eat and get well, brought home a large container of chocolate ice
cream (my favorite forbidden food!)
When I say large, I mean the
size that they have at ice cream parlors!
The kind where the girl
scooping the ice cream practically disappears when she reaches in to get some.
He brought it home, plopped
it on the kitchen table, stuck a spoon in it and said, “Go to town!”
That’s when I knew I was
dying!
(But apparently I recovered! LOL)
(But apparently I recovered! LOL)
A drum of chocolate ice cream. Death By Chocolate. What a way to go
ReplyDeleteCJ has said it!
ReplyDelete...this may be the source of the 9 pm ice cream attacks? Sounds divine.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great dad!
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