Me: "Grace, taste these gummy worms. They taste like waxy & gross mixed together."
Grace: "Gross."
Munch munch munch...
Grace: "Ew. You're right."
Me: "The red & white ones taste like sulfate-free shampoo in wax form."
Grace: "How do you know that's what it tastes like?"
Me: "I imagined that's what it tastes like so that if ever one day some sulfate-free shampoo fell in my mouth, I would be prepared."
Grace: "This one tastes like moldy lettuce & powdered tuna."
Me: "Your words made me gag."
Grace: "Yup."
Me: "Do gummy worms have an expiration date? Do you think the gas station sold us bad candy?"
Grace: "No. I don't think so...Maybe."
Me: "Taste this one. It's like..."
Grace: "Laundry soap & candle...?"
Me: "That's it. Yankee candle & Tide. With a hint of rotten lime."
Grace: "These are really gross."
Me: "Why are we still eating them?"
Grace: "I'm not sure. Maybe we should stop."
Me: "These were not enjoyable oral sensations."
Grace: "They're herbal?"
Me: "Oral, dear, oral."
Grace: "Oh. That's funny." Pause. "If you suck the bad taste off the gummy worms they start to taste better."
Me: "Okay, I'll try that. Give me the last one there."
That was my afternoon ride in the truck. How was yours?
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