Even though it’s April, it’s still freezing outside. We decided to take the girls to the park at the lake for an hour, and then talked about getting some hot chocolate for them on the way home. After an hour of chasing seagulls, and being chased by geese, we were ready to go home. On the way through the parking lot Willow kept talking about ‘Hot Pocket’. We had no idea what she was talking about until we were driving to Tim Hortons and realized she must have heard us talking about hot chocolate earlier.
Dave turns around and says to Willow, “Its Hot Chocolate. Choc-o-late. Can you say Choc-o-lat?” Willow replied ‘Fuck it’. She said this about 10 more times while Dave and I were laughing so hard there were tears. Dave then regained his composure and said “Ok nevermind, go back to Pocket. Hot Pocket.”
