True story: outta the mouth of babes

8 Feb

A little background: I don’t understand the readiness of the American public to act like Tijuana crack whores at the mere mention of Girl Scout cookies. If I’m going to destroy my arteries on cookies, I’m going to pick those with real caramel and damn well call them Samoans. But I bought 20 boxes this year, like I did last year, to enable a certain member of a Brownie troop to earn a penguin necklace and puffy sticker pack. Said boxes get sacrificed in a crazed coworker orgy of Thin Mint grabs on par with a Filene’s Basement Running of the Brides.

La Niece (age 7): Why does Auntie Mel need all these cookies?
El Neffy (age 7, know-it-all): For all her wine parties.

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4 Responses to “True story: outta the mouth of babes”

  1. karen February 9, 2012 at 2:06 pm #

    “LIke”

  2. midnitechef September 18, 2012 at 3:43 am #

    I’ve just signed up Big Brother for Cub Scouts, they sell popcorn instead of cookies. This may or may not be a good thing.

    • Melanie September 19, 2012 at 5:19 am #

      Oh, crappy orange cheesy popcorn is DANGEROUS. Dangerously addictive, that is.

      • midnitechef September 19, 2012 at 3:35 pm #

        I know! We start going door to door tonight to sell this crackcorn.

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