July 15, 2009

  • When lunch came she took one look and said, “I don’t eat rice.”

    “That’s chicken parmesan, but it does sort of look like rice,” I offered.

    “And there’s spaghetti.  Well, spaghetti sauce over noodles.  You like spaghetti don’t you?”

    “On increasingly infrequent occasions.”

    No lunch for Lois.

     

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