Baby Twinkie asked me this morning, “If daddy was a french fry would you still marry him?”
I said, “no, I would eat him up with a lot of ketchup”
he said, “Maaaaaaaaaaaaaan, you’re messed up mom. That’s mean.”
Apparently I am mean and superficial woman. Oh well. Excuuuuuse me for liking my men good looking and non edible. I make no apologies.
Besides, I just said that to be nice. I don’t even like french fries.