This morning began like every other Sunday morning. We woke up, scrambled to get ready and swung by the drive-through of a popular fast-food-chain-whose-name-I-will-not-mention for breakfast on the way to church.
Grace was engaged in her new hobby, staring at my mouth while I shoved my biscuit in it.
When we had almost reached the church, J suddenly dropped his biscuit.
Me: What happened?
J: You don't want to know.
Me: But now I have to know. It couldn't be worse than what I am imagining.
J: Are you done with your biscuit?
Me: No, but you still have to tell me. What? A hair?
J: Um, not quite.
This little guessing game went on for quite a while as I went through the most horrible things that I could think of. Finally, I finished my biscuit and J relented.
J: There is a dead fly. In the biscuit. Baked in there. Staring at me. And I just about bit into it.
Ew ew ew ew ew!!!
3 comments:
Hi! Popping over from SITS Roll Call to visit. At first you had me suddenly craving a sausage biscuit, but then, um... never mind. Ugh. Well, at least he DIDN'T bite into it.
When I was a young-un I was eating turnip greens when I looked down on my plate and saw half a grasshopper. In the greens. One of those big green ones. I don't know if I ate the other half or if it was just a half in there to begin with, but I literally got sick to my stomach and wouldn't even touch greens for years after. Thankfully I got past that eventually as an adult, because I happen to like greens! But it took me being an adult and many years to go back to them.
Have a great week!
Okay, that's disgusting. I hope you saved the biscuit and took it back to the establishment.
Oh, that's horrible! Did you take it back?!
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