Candy never relieves the monotony of long family car trips half as well as an impromptu dispensation of sausages and cheese.
Conversation overheard this week:
Me: Honey, what do you want me to make you for your birthday breakfast?
He: Bacon and shausage.
Me: Okay. What do you want for your birthday lunch?
He: Hmmm. . . . Bacon and shausage.
Me: Oh. Okay. How about dinner?
He: You know that shausage with the plastic wrapping?
Me: Oberle? From Missouri?
He: Yeah, yeah. That’s it. That’s what I want.
Capon understands six-year-old carnivores. Happy birthday, my dear one!