Finally Eating Like A Grown-Up
I think my taste buds are maturing. This seem remarkable in light of the fact that the rest of me doesn’t seem to be doing the same.
Which reminds me – I must tell you about the three rounds of Jacks I played in the lobby of my apartment building last night. It was a spontaneous decision when the gaggle of wee girls already there became embroiled in a debate over the rules.
I stepped in to referee since none of the moms present seem to have the first CLUE how to play. I am now a hero among the small fry and parents alike.
One mom actually asked in wonder, “Where did you learn to play Jacks?” I was stumped since I don’t remember learning. I just remember playing. Since the beginning of time. Through my own camp experience and my time as a camp counselor as well. I excelled at Jacks despite rather short pudgy fingers.
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