But I am going to tell it anyway.
Last week, I was at home talking to Ellis and I said a word....with this fun little inflection. "Delicious!" I said. And it was so familiar. I knew that there was some story about that word but I couldn't remember what it was.
I thought about it a lot. Finally realizing that there was some story from the three months I spent in England. But I still couldn't remember.
Finally, in the shower a few days later (if it is important, I will always find the time to remember it while I am in the shower!), I remembered the story. And now, my dear friends, I am going to tell it to you.
There was a little girl named Lindy. She was cute with wavy hair. One day Lindy was helping her dad wash the car. (She was just a little girl, maybe 3 or so.) I am sure she was playing the suds and with the water hose and having a grand time. At some point, her dad was on the other side of the car, washing away. And then he heard this little raspy voice say, "Delicious!"
He ran around the car and found Lindy with a bottle of Armour All, squirting it into her mouth. Big eyes, big smile. He promptly grabbed her up and rinsed her mouth out with the water hose.
The entire winter/spring of 1999, we all said "Delicious!" in that funny little way that only Lindy could really do. After eating fish and chips, after eating Yorkshire pudding, after eating toad in a hole, after pretty much every meal. Except Haggis. Not that I ever tried haggis, but if I did, I would NOT be saying "delicious!"
Last week, I was at home talking to Ellis and I said a word....with this fun little inflection. "Delicious!" I said. And it was so familiar. I knew that there was some story about that word but I couldn't remember what it was.
I thought about it a lot. Finally realizing that there was some story from the three months I spent in England. But I still couldn't remember.
Finally, in the shower a few days later (if it is important, I will always find the time to remember it while I am in the shower!), I remembered the story. And now, my dear friends, I am going to tell it to you.
There was a little girl named Lindy. She was cute with wavy hair. One day Lindy was helping her dad wash the car. (She was just a little girl, maybe 3 or so.) I am sure she was playing the suds and with the water hose and having a grand time. At some point, her dad was on the other side of the car, washing away. And then he heard this little raspy voice say, "Delicious!"
He ran around the car and found Lindy with a bottle of Armour All, squirting it into her mouth. Big eyes, big smile. He promptly grabbed her up and rinsed her mouth out with the water hose.
The entire winter/spring of 1999, we all said "Delicious!" in that funny little way that only Lindy could really do. After eating fish and chips, after eating Yorkshire pudding, after eating toad in a hole, after pretty much every meal. Except Haggis. Not that I ever tried haggis, but if I did, I would NOT be saying "delicious!"
2 comments:
Isn't it funny how vivid the memories are of that trip...as if we all kind of came alive for the adventure. Anyways, thanks for the comment. Once I saw your husband's name I kind of laughed because I had never met another Ellis before mine was born. I'd love to see his pics. Oh, and it's a Canon 40D.
I was just thinking of this story the other day! In fact, I frequently say "delicious" in that sort of inflection we remember in Lindy's story. The other day when I recalled it, though, I thought, "is it weird that I still think of this?"
I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who remembers!
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