I did, until I reached in the jar.
Pulled out Pickle #1 & thought it looked a little odd. Went to take a bite & then realized someone beat me to it.
Call it the “mom instinct” or just plain ol’ common sense, but something told me this wasn’t the first pickle victim.
Reached in for Pickle #2, & sure enough, someone did a little snacking on that one too.
Pickle #3 & Pickle #4…same story. Seriously.
Suddenly, I didn’t want a pickle anymore. But, I did get a good laugh.
Dear Grady,
Next time you want a pickle, just ask. Yes, there is a chance I’ll say “no,” as I tend to use that word often. So, I get why you decided to sneak the pickle(s).
However, the next time you pull an “Uncle Kevin”…
Finish the pickle. Or throw it away. Leave it on the counter for all I care. But, don’t put it back in the jar!!! You’d be wise to listen to your Mommy, because if this happens again, a pickle is exactly where you’re gonna find yourself.
Hugs & Kisses,
Mommy
