Tuesday, December 10, 2002

Never Enough Childhood Psychological Trauma Department

Last Saturday, Thea got home from work with an inexplicable craving for ice cream. So we decided to visit a local hand-mixed ice cream emporium, but for fun wanted to keep this fact from our stepson Becklin. To that end, we came up with a cover story about white slavers. Evil, yes. We tried to console him by telling him he could be a cabana boy rather than having to work in the sugar cane fields, but he didn't want any part of THAT, either. Kids these days...! So spoiled! Heh heh heh.... I'm sure he was plenty relieved when we arrived at the ice cream joint, but I must admit, Thea and I had fun while it lasted.

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