I was reminded about this story when the warehouse started selling a popular snack attack choice: Pirate's Booty. And when I say popular, I mean to say it's addictive! Seriously, when I'm cashiering I'll noticed about every 3rd order has at least one bag, if not multiple bags.
It's gluten-free so it's yet another reason for it's rise in popularity for parents to purchase for kids. And the kids, you ask? They love it! Can't enough of it. Myself? MEH. I'm indifferent; I can take it or leave it.
Speaking of kids, my cousin in the Portland area has a beautiful daughter, that is just like her. Imagine that? She (the cousin) has mischievous streak a country mile wide, whom she got from her dad (my uncle) WCP and I were visiting said cousin years ago, and here's how it went down.
Picture this. A fully loaded SUV, my cousin is driving, I'm shotgun / co-pilot, WCP is in the back with my cousin's daughter in a car seat. We're bombing along I-5 running mundane errands. The daughter pipes up, by requesting a snack. A bag of Pirate's Booty is given to her, while my cousin and I continue converse. The child interrupts with this.
Child: "Carlos?"
Me: "Yes, x."
Child: "I like booty."
Me: "... um, ok."
Child: "Do you like booty?"
Me: "I like Pirate's Booty, yes."
Child: "But what about booty?"
Me: [thinking to myself] Of course, I like booty! Who in their right mind doesn't like booty? Hell, kid, you wouldn't be here if your mom and dad didn't like it either. "Pirate's Booty, yes."
Child: "You know what, Carlos?"
Me: Oh, dear god. What is she gonna say next? "What, x?"
Child: "You've gotta KEEP IT IN THE BOOTY!" She bursts out with a child-like, yet maniacal laughter.
The rest of us start busting up laughing because from the mouths of babes the sentence just seems so sinister! My cousin damn-near crashed the vehicle from laughing so much at the wheel.
Me: After semi-composing myself, "Yes you do, x. Yes you should keep in the booty unless you want children."
Cousin swats my arm for saying something like that around her impressionable child, as I burst out laughing again with a child-like, yet maniacal laugh.
Kids say the darnedest things, huh? Oh, then there's my cousin's child, too.
This has been my C Note.
'los; out
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| Pirate's Booty |
Speaking of kids, my cousin in the Portland area has a beautiful daughter, that is just like her. Imagine that? She (the cousin) has mischievous streak a country mile wide, whom she got from her dad (my uncle) WCP and I were visiting said cousin years ago, and here's how it went down.
Picture this. A fully loaded SUV, my cousin is driving, I'm shotgun / co-pilot, WCP is in the back with my cousin's daughter in a car seat. We're bombing along I-5 running mundane errands. The daughter pipes up, by requesting a snack. A bag of Pirate's Booty is given to her, while my cousin and I continue converse. The child interrupts with this.
Child: "Carlos?"
Me: "Yes, x."
Child: "I like booty."
Me: "... um, ok."
Child: "Do you like booty?"
Me: "I like Pirate's Booty, yes."
Child: "But what about booty?"
Me: [thinking to myself] Of course, I like booty! Who in their right mind doesn't like booty? Hell, kid, you wouldn't be here if your mom and dad didn't like it either. "Pirate's Booty, yes."
Child: "You know what, Carlos?"
Me: Oh, dear god. What is she gonna say next? "What, x?"
Child: "You've gotta KEEP IT IN THE BOOTY!" She bursts out with a child-like, yet maniacal laughter.
The rest of us start busting up laughing because from the mouths of babes the sentence just seems so sinister! My cousin damn-near crashed the vehicle from laughing so much at the wheel.
Me: After semi-composing myself, "Yes you do, x. Yes you should keep in the booty unless you want children."
Cousin swats my arm for saying something like that around her impressionable child, as I burst out laughing again with a child-like, yet maniacal laugh.
Kids say the darnedest things, huh? Oh, then there's my cousin's child, too.
This has been my C Note.
'los; out
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