Memories of ….

On one of our trips driving somewhere for some competition, I stopped for coffee and timbits. She complained that she needs to get back to study. I ignored her…

After I get back with timbits she threw a tantrum because I didn’t buy any chocolate for her to steal and the ones I bought are disgusting. That’s when I know for sure that I cannot dance with her anymore. No one can tell me that my choice of timbits is disgusting. NO ONE.