so, we're at the ball park and my sister asks if i can get shaggy (youngest nephew) something to drink. we go to the concession stand and go thru the same routine, which i'm sure the man in the booth just loves us for. shaggy's three. he can't read. so we go thru the pointing and nodding of what he wants to drink. and as always, the last thing the man points to is the thing that shaggy wants. he's even done it backwards and shaggy STILL picks the last thing he points to.
so now he decides he's hungry. it's late and they're out of hot dogs so i ask shaggy if he wants chips. he says no and points to what he does want. what he's pointing to is the pixie-stix. not the little pixie-stix, but the long striped plastic tube pixie-stix. i tell him, "no... you're not eating candy this late". in his smartest straightest face he innocently (and defiantly) looks straight back at me and says, "it's not candy, it's SUGAR!"
how dumb must i be?
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