So, the other day we’re having our typical “day before we go grocery shopping” lunch of random food. I had some pretzel snaps with dip (don’t judge) and offered one to my 9 year old.
He took the pretzel from me and considered the way the dip swooped on the end of it like a fluffy pompadour hairdo. “The dip looks like hair, mom.”
“Yes, it kind of does,” I said.
“This pretzel has Elvis hair, mom.”
“Yes, it kind of does,” I said.
“This is ‘Elvis Pretzely,” said Spencer.
And it was at this point that the water came out of my nose and I was very thankful that I quit the diet soda (which is much more painful when expelled from the nasal cavity).