I watch television with Dad and I thought having a dealer was a bad thing, so why was Mom happy?
It turns out Mom has a new BEEF dealer and has put her name in for a quarter of beef next year.
BEEF? I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE BEEF! STEAK IS BEEF! Oh, Mom loves me so much!!!
Then again, it will be about a year until we get it. A year. That's a long time. I'll be seven years old by then. What if my teeth are gone? What if I forget how delicious steak is? A lot of things can happen in a year. I think it would be better if we have steak NOW.
What do ya say, Mom? Can we have steak this weekend? Maybe steak and a chuck roast? Have I ever had a rump round? I see it on that picture and it looks like something I would love, love, love.
I'm Deuce. Don't think for a moment I'm going to forget about this.
Dealing beef is a good thing, you will be so happy in about a year! And don't worry, sweet nephew of mine, your mom will feed you steaks in the meantime. Just not from her dealer!ReplyDelete
Auntie Roxy! Beef is sooooo good! Mom caved in to my demands and we're having beef for Sunday dinner!ReplyDelete