Wednesday, August 12, 2009
We were looking at the grocery store ads together yesterday, and as I scribbled a few things on my list, Ramona said (rather wistfully I might add), "I've never had a Swiss Roll."
"Oh?" I said. "Well, they're a lot like Ho-hos."
She sighed. "I've never had a Ho-ho, either."
I stopped scribbling. "You haven't? Well, y'know," I said in my I'm-about-to-teach-you-something voice, "Swiss Rolls and Ho-hos are not nearly as good as homemade chocolate chip cookies. Wouldn't you rather have homemade cookies?"
"I guess," she said.
I went back to my list.
"Still ...." she trailed off, gazing lovingly at the ad.
Nary a Swiss Roll or a Ho-ho in seven years? What kind of a mother am I?
The kind, I think, that will be buying something in a box today.