Mister Weenie time!
On the way home from Illinois after Thanksgiving we stopped for lunch in Peru, Indiana. I noticed a sign at a restaurant advertising t-shirts for sale. We stopped in and the kid and I got matching father-daughter Mr. Weenie t-shirts.
"No thanks," said my wife. "I don't want one. The only consolation I take from this whole thing is that by the time her classmates are all old enough to want to beat her up because of a shirt like this it will be too small for her to wear."
And from the back seat came the dulcet tones of a five-year-old singing the phrase "It's Mister Weenie time! It's Mister Weenie time!" in a manner well-suited to suggest a few of the orchestral works of Philip Glass.
The thought of that impromptu song inspires me to recount a fun fact! Did you know it's a nearly four-hour drive from Peru, Indiana, to Ann Arbor? And that at times it seems much longer?
She might steal yours when she is older.
Posted by:John Holdway | January 18, 2008 at 07:14 PM