Our kids love pretzels for a snack. Love love love. So the other day Mr. Plain brought home a bag of the stick-shaped kind as a surprise, and predictably the boys loved them too.
I personally had no feelings about them one way or another — pretzels aren’t so much on the South Beach approved snack list, but I wished them no ill-will in spite of that.
Until my boys started using their blasted imaginations. In the span of 24 hours, these pretzels have been used as “Shooters” (guns), as well as “Pipers” (cigarettes, I think).
Using them as a gun? Yawn. But the cigarette surprised me. I asked where he had seen someone doing that and he said “The guy on the Little Mermaid!” Except when Robbie does it, he holds it like it’s a cigarette, not a pipe, and takes drags off it. So yeah, that’s a little odd.
We don’t smoke and none of our friends smoke. Pretty sure Jack on the Big Music Show doesn’t smoke. Or does he? Maybe he grabs a quick one behind the Club House with Mary? Let me rephrase that…