When I was a kid, my loving mother used to send me to bed early so she and my favorite brother could eat food and watch Sammy Terry. The little fat girl (ME!) was none the wiser. Of course, to hear Mom tell it — it was for my own good. I was too chubby and snacks were not on my menu.
Now, Dharma is the fat girl. She doesn’t get sent to bed, but she gets an extra trip outside while Merida secretly devours a heaping bowl of dog food. (Road kill with water gravy per Ben.) I wonder if Mom felt as guilty as I do. I’m guessing that would be NOOOO.
On a happier note, no one can trick me out of a meal now that I’m wiser and MUCH older. It would’ve been a better outing if we’d have known the ‘Light up Columbus Christmas Parade’ was on our homeward bound route.
