Thursday, August 21, 2008

Hunting with my Dad.

Stop laughing. Daddy and I really do go hunting. Here's what we do:


Through the open pantry door, we quietly and patiently stalk our prey. Decisions must be made, and things must be sacrificed. What will survive? What will become our sustenance?





Which of these delicious and moist snack cakes must give its life so that we can be fed?



Ding Dongs or Zingers? Zingers or Ding Dongs?





Oh, delicious Ding Dong, thank you for making my tummy full and my heart sing.

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