Thursday, March 28, 2013

he was trying to eat my guitar

Not long ago my kids went on a tour of a chocolate factory. As a souveneir they brought me a chocolate guitar. I thanked them and set it aside. I knew that if I opened it, I would eat the wghole thing in very short order. Just a bite. Just another bite. Just a little bit more. And before you know it, it's gone. A couple days later, I still hadn't opened it. I came home to the news (courtesy of my daughter) that her younger brother was trying to eat my guitar. I ran upstairs, with visions of him prying my guitar case open -- wondering why he would want to eat a musical instrument. But all was well. He was trying to eat the chocolate guitar.

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