“Grandmaaaaa, why do we have to sit at the kid’s table with you?” Sam poked what remained of his cookout dinner with a plastic fork. Hotdog long gone, the picnic plate contained an ocean of ketchup and a potato salad iceberg interspersed with the green bean salad he’d rather spread around than eat.
Summer of Softee
Summer of Softee
Summer of Softee
“Grandmaaaaa, why do we have to sit at the kid’s table with you?” Sam poked what remained of his cookout dinner with a plastic fork. Hotdog long gone, the picnic plate contained an ocean of ketchup and a potato salad iceberg interspersed with the green bean salad he’d rather spread around than eat.