I’ll take Adult Party Favors in Inappropriate Places for 10, Bob

I was so happy to come home to my girls happily stabbing large chunks of fresh fruit with brightly colored toothpicks. Sage grinned at me, wielding her toothpick like Excalibur as she plunged it into each square of pineapple, each roly-poly grape. I reminded myself to serve food with toothpicks more often; for some reason it makes things taste better.

When I cleaned up later, I took a closer look at those toothpicks my mom had scavenged from the back of our kitchen drawers.

Oops.

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