Black licorice...
I used to love it when I was a very young kid. Very young.
Black licorice whips were wonderful things. Heaven sent and into my tummy. At least I have vague thoughts of it.
One day I went into the bedroom where my little brother slept. He was still in a crib. I liked the crib. It was fun to grab the bars and shake the sucker. It made good wobble sounds. It was especially fun when my brother was in it because he sometimes liked it and sometimes didn't. When he howled in laughter, I would shake it extra hard but it also drew unwanted attention from the mom.
Anyway, the room was empty and I was about to leave when I spied a goodie! It was some licorice. Black licorice. Nummy. It was under the crib so I crawled under to get it. I didn't know about the five second rule at that time. I don't think it was even invented yet.
I scrounged the tasty treat and sat for a minute nibbling. I wanted to hoard it and not share but the mom had stressed the importance of sharing. If she found me eating it and I selfishly kept it to myself, she would take it away. I figured better to have some than none at all.
I scooted out from under the crib, took another nibble and decided to share the rest with the mom. I found her and I was so excited because the mom liked licorice too. I was going to be the golden child for sharing with her.
"Hi honey. What are you doing?" she asked.
"I found some licorice! I wanna share it with you," I sweetly said as I held out my treasure.
"Where in the world did you get that?"
"I found it under the crib and I wanted to share the licorice with you."
"Go and throw it away, now!" she screeched.
"I want my licorice, " I cried.
"Honey, that isn't licorice. It is dried poop." the mom informed me.
Do you to this day I hate black licorice. It makes my stomach turn. Grossest stuff. I hate the look and the smell. It just wasn't the same after that day.
Black licorice whips were wonderful things. Heaven sent and into my tummy. At least I have vague thoughts of it.
One day I went into the bedroom where my little brother slept. He was still in a crib. I liked the crib. It was fun to grab the bars and shake the sucker. It made good wobble sounds. It was especially fun when my brother was in it because he sometimes liked it and sometimes didn't. When he howled in laughter, I would shake it extra hard but it also drew unwanted attention from the mom.
Anyway, the room was empty and I was about to leave when I spied a goodie! It was some licorice. Black licorice. Nummy. It was under the crib so I crawled under to get it. I didn't know about the five second rule at that time. I don't think it was even invented yet.
I scrounged the tasty treat and sat for a minute nibbling. I wanted to hoard it and not share but the mom had stressed the importance of sharing. If she found me eating it and I selfishly kept it to myself, she would take it away. I figured better to have some than none at all.
I scooted out from under the crib, took another nibble and decided to share the rest with the mom. I found her and I was so excited because the mom liked licorice too. I was going to be the golden child for sharing with her.
"Hi honey. What are you doing?" she asked.
"I found some licorice! I wanna share it with you," I sweetly said as I held out my treasure.
"Where in the world did you get that?"
"I found it under the crib and I wanted to share the licorice with you."
"Go and throw it away, now!" she screeched.
"I want my licorice, " I cried.
"Honey, that isn't licorice. It is dried poop." the mom informed me.
Do you to this day I hate black licorice. It makes my stomach turn. Grossest stuff. I hate the look and the smell. It just wasn't the same after that day.
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