I’ll never look at a tot the same way

Earlier today Caroline and I headed down south to meet P at a friend’s ranch.

I stopped for gas along the way (a bargain at a mere $2.99 a gallon) and since there was a Sonic right next door to the gas station, it seemed only natural to stop for a Route 44 Diet Coke filled with the deliciousness that is Sonic’s crushed ice.

As we pulled up to order, Caroline suddenly yelled, “OH MAMA! CAN WE ORDER SOME OF THOSE LITTLE TURDS?”

Umm. Yeah. I’m going to need some clarification.

“Turds? What are you talking about?”

“You know? Those little turds that they have at Sonic.”

“Do you mean TATER TOTS?”

“OH YEAH! TATER TOTS! CAN WE GET SOME TATER TOTS?”

We got the tots. And for the first time in the history of my digestive tract, I had no desire to eat any of them.

I can’t imagine why.