A mother’s trickery
When I was growing up, my mom used to feed us “flying saucers” and “lady fingers” from time to time as a special breakfast. She would always make a huge deal about it and it was quite the fun time.
Flying saucers? Toasted hamburger buns with butter.
Lady fingers? Toasted hot dog buns. Also with butter.
I’m feeling a bit bamboozled.
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That is creative parenting at its best. I always love the ever-exciting OPPOSITE DAY! Breakfast for dinner! It was a huge event for us as kids, but in retrospect probably was an excuse to just scramble up a couple eggs or, better yet, serve cereal for dinner.
That’s really cute!
Dude, as a fellow target of the aforementioned breakfast ruse, I call bullsh** on the “bamboozled” thing. Because you know if you had a plate of them in front of you right now, you would devour them and melt with delight, much like butter on a flying saucer/lady finger. “Bamboozled”? I think not. More like “set free to discover the true simplicity of happiness.” I do applaud you, however, for attempting to revive “bamboozled”–it is woefully underused.
Dude, totally true. I had some lady fingers last night.
Oh that’s good! I was really thinking posh food!
I’m seriously going to do this to my kids. No really. CRACKS ME UP! My mother told my brother and I, as children, that cadillacs were volkswagen bugs and vice versa. You can imagine the surprise on people’s faces when we totally mis-identified the cars.