"Out of all the things on that menu, you order that?" Granddaddy said with a smirk on his face.
"But it's the crustables kind, Granddaddy" Mikayla reasoned.
Just as she had made up her mind, Mikayla spotted something she just had to have. "I want that drink in the cool looking glass!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"Mikayla, that is an alcoholic drink." Memaw whispered. Her young mind didn't see anything wrong with that. She poked that bottom lip out in disgust. She wanted that strawberry drink! Memaw asked the waiter if the alcohol could be taken out much to Mikayla's delight.
As the smell of juicy ribs wafted to our table, I was getting hungry. Looking at Mikayla's face as she bit into that sandwich, you would have thought she was eating steak. I think things just taste better at the beach. You're removed from reality. Sunsets and sand abound. She talked about her "special drink" for the rest of the day!
P.S. If you have any questions to ask, don't be shy!
2 comments:
How nice of them to let the girls order what they wanted....my grandparents wouldn't allow us a non-alcoholic drink..they said it would make us alcoholics...isn't that nice?
I've been craving PBJ for weeks.
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