Cathy in the Wright

And Now A Few Words From Bob...

Today's grocery shopping trip with The Governor was a real hoot. The Gov was in a spectacularly good mood. He was happy about everything. Cherry tomatoes? "I LOVE tomatoes!" Gallon of milk? "Milk is healthy, isn't it, Mom? I'm glad we're buying milk." (Reactions may vary when an actual glass of the stuff accompanies dinner tonight.) Soup? "I don't like soup, Mom, but that's okay. You can get some for The Senator." I just couldn't bring the kid down.

To top off the trip, half way down the condiment aisle one of the store managers came up with a display piece and asked The Gov if he would like to take it home. At first The Gov was a little unsure, but then decided to take it. And promptly name it Bob.

I give you Bob:

After Bob arrived on the scene, I had two happy shopping companions.

Mom, Bob really likes potato chips.

Mom, Bob and I are going to play some ball when we get home.

Mom, Bob likes you.

Mom, Bob would like you forever if you get him some Chicken in a Biskit.

And so on. Bob had to brook a little disappointment when I refused to buy a pizza cutter, but he bore it well.

In fact, Bob never stops smiling. I'm beginning to wonder about Bob. Is he really a ghost who presided over the Halloween candy? Because every time I look at him, I can't help thinking of sperm. And if he really is a sperm cell, I'm going to have to think twice about including a paragraph about what "Boo-licious" means.

Better stop now while I can still retain my PG-13 rating.

Posted by Cathy at October 25, 2006 12:52 PM