Bittersweet Butterfinger
Submitted by kristie s on 4/1/2010 11:22 PM
One sunny, spring day I was just about to eat my butterfinger when I heard a knock at the door. Reluctantly I placed in on the table, unopened. The person at the door was selling magazines, of course. I politely declined and hastily came back to my butterfinger. It was gone! I was so angry. Which one of my darn kids had taken it? It was my 22 month old. She had some of all over her hands, but most of it was in her tummy. I couldn't be too mad, after all, who can resist an unattended butterfinger?