Everywhere I look, I spy people doing their holiday shopping—whether they’re dashing down the street on a lunch break or hitting the mall in the evening. In my dad’s mind, no matter where he is, holiday shopping involves heading straight for the candy store.
Mom wanted him to try on some new clothes for events they’re attending. On his list of loathsome activities, trying on clothes is near the top. His response? “This calls for an emergency trip to The Confectionery!”
I wonder who I inherited my sweet tooth from?!