[Christmas morning breakfast, Spiers residence. Maccers* vs. Dad.]
Dad: Those are grits. I hope you've had them before. We spent all morning hunting them and they're especially hard to clean.
Maccers: Really?
Dad: 1
Maccers: 0
[Two days later. Post-dinner.]
Dad: So, the catfish you ate for dinner--those are what we call "bottom-feeders." They eat things at the bottom of the lake--sewage, more sewage, whatever.
Maccers: I know; that's why they're so juicy.
Dad: 1
Maccers: 1
Ongoing...
* Maccers was lured south for Christmas with false promises of fried turkey (or was it Wild Turkey?), holiday cheer, and 78 degree weather. Also, I told her we were going to St. Bart's.
Posted by Elizabeth Spiers at December 28, 2003 09:29 AM