Memory Monday: So Much Fun, It Made Our Tongues Bleed...

Our kids LOVE it when we tell stories from our youth.  They often ask me to retell stories they've heard a dozen times before.  

Among their favorites is a story I tell about our 'Dumb Dog Dylan'. It was during a tornado warning in Cache Valley Utah, which forced us to sleep in our scary Black Widow and King Cobra infested basement.  Instead of protecting us from the scariest creatures ever, he spent the entire night climbing up the basement stairs and launching himself back down again, head first.  Clink, clink went his nails up the stairs....CLUNK, CLUNK, WHIMPER went his body as it rolled back down...repeated 1,289 times.

Another one they LOVE is a guts and blood story about when 'The Flash' happened to lock his knees during an Eagle Court of Honor and tried (unsuccessfully) to make like a palace guard at Buckingham Palace.  6 weeks later, when the wire in his broken jaw was removed, he defrosted the freezer-burnt pepperoni pizza he saved weeks before he could actually eat it.

I was reminded of another story I could share with our kids several weeks ago while we were passing through Savannah, Georgia.  We stopped at our favorite candy store which boasts of it's 'World's Greatest Pralines' (yeah, they are that good).  They have a section solely devoted to artisanal  chocolates and taffy.  In another section, they have old-time candies like Bit-O-Honey and Necco Wafers.  It was while we were perusing this section when we happened upon these. 

Me:  "Kids, Look at these!  Uncle Captain America used to love these when we were growing up! He'd lick 'em until his tongue bled"

Kids:  "Uncle Captain America ate that?!"

Me:  "Yep, along with Pickle Juice Popsicle."

Kids:  "Why?"

Me:  "Maybe because if you lick one until you reach the core, you can see its rainbow layers.  Want one?"

Kids:  (gingerly holding their tongues) "No!  But can we have a Pickle Juice Popsicle?"

Aww shucks!  I guess I haven't showed them how to appreciate a good slice-up-your-tongue-until-every-last-tastebud-is-removed kind of candy. 

Dang.  I dropped the ball...or at least the massive, as-big-as-your-head jawbreaker.

That's okay.  For tomorrow's breakfast I'll serve them Cap'n Crunch. That'll make up for the gross negligence.