Speaking of gummibears (Gummi Bears?): Norton, and his daughter, were helping me fix some water lines. She's 12 years old. It took a while; eventually she's laying on the dining room floor, and reaches into her coat pocket: "Ya want a GummiBear?"
Well, first I'm thinking, boy I hope they're in a BAG; and then (since she and Norton know my proclivities), I say, "No thank you. Hooves n' horns, ya know..."
"Oh yah", she says.
I reach for my age-appropriate Gummi Beer.
I'm thinking, taht's amazing ~ Rambi, in photos resplendent, and the universe offering me gummi bears, in the same calendar week. (Let alone year.)
"You're ruining her childhood world..." says Norton.
"Right. She thinks Gummi Bears are made from... bears." |
