“I got thoroughly chastised by Krista for throwing away a banana. She said you’d still eat it.” My dad was busy writing a check for the Snap-On man but he still smiled.
My mom pitched in “He still might if he can find it in the trash. What was wrong with it? Was it bad?”
“No such thing as a bad banana,” my dad chirped.
My mom made a blanket disagreement. She’s not sure if there’s any such thing as a good banana.
“It wasn’t ripe.”
My father turned turned to the Snap-On man and said “I get a lot of crap for pulling thing out of the trash. Reusing paper plates…”
“The dogs already cleaned them, so they should be fine!” My mom grins.
My father nods to her and says “She draws the line at floss.” He pauses. “At least after the dogs got a hold of it. ”
The Snap-On guy keeps grinning while I huff. “I remember getting all kinds of mocked when I brushed the dog’s teeth when I was in 4-H.”
I think he gets a lot of amusement out of this particular stop. Whenever he leaves, he reminds us to “Have fun, and be good!”
Rexicorn 