They had chocolate pudding at the Indian restaurant where I ate lunch.
Also, the Butcher washed my iPod (I KNOW!!!!) and yet, today, it magically came back to life.
Let us sing a little song for chocolate pudding and my iPod.
Ha, but first, can I make a confession? Some days, it’s all I can do not to teach this nine year old kid the song that never ends, just so that I can imagine him singing it endlessly from the back seat of his father’s car.
Do not leave me alone with your 9 year old sons or I will have them singing, “This is the song that never ends. It just goes on and on my friend. Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was. Now they’ll continue singing it forever just because…”
Chocolate pudding and magical iPods….
Oh, chocolate pudding is so sweet
And, it makes an awesome treat.
But there’s nothing better in the world
Than finding out that your iPod is not squirreled.
Ha, okay, maybe not.