Friday, February 17, 2012

Whatever it is I think I see...

I could see his infectious smile long before he ran to our waiting car. He was absolutely beaming. I couldn't imagine what had made my boy so happy.

He hopped in the car. In my raspy bronchitis-y dying bird squawk, I said hello and asked him how his day went. He just continued grinning at me.

A few seconds later he thrust the object of his mirth between the front seats. Because I share a sense of humor fitting of an 8 year old boy, i also collapsed into hysterical raspy laryngitis-y guffaws.

Here it is:

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Poop? The world may never WANT TO know.

2 delightful comments:

Rachel said...

Priceless!!!! What boy wouldn't want a Tootsie Poop??

Heather said...

Hi I’m Heather! Please email me when you get a chance! HeatherVonsj(at)gmail(dot)com