He did not win a cake at the cakewalk. Nor a pair of multicolored, stuffed snakes for me to use as neck supports. Nor a grab bag of miscellaneous plastic toys. Nor a Cat-in-the-Hat hat. Nor a finger-on-a-stick pointer. No. There comes a time to stop winning childish things. The Pony just turned fourteen. And he won a prize that made him the envy of teenage boys throughout Hillmomba.
TWENTY-TWO PACKS OF COOKIES!
He only made it home with twenty. Because he had to sample one, of course. And the #1 son finagled a pack away from him. #1 gave a resounding thumbs-up review: "Take the rest of those home, and we'll eat them there!" Because, of course, what's The Pony's is also #1's.
They are Little Caesar's cookies, like McDonald's cookies, only shaped like pizzas. The Pony won them by tossing Little Caesar's Crazy Bread Bites into Little Caesar's open mouth. A wooden cut-out board head, not a real dude. A stuffed Little Caesar costume was there, though. Stuffed face down in a box, with only his sandaled feet sticking out. The Pony bought twenty tickets for two dollars, which gave him forty bites. Twenty-two of which sailed through Little Caesar's oral cavity.
And the best part? Each bag had stapled to it a coupon for a large, one-topping pizza and a large order of Crazy Bread. All for the low, low price of $5.99!
The Pony is in hog heaven.
6 comments:
Sugar and grease and cheese, oh my!
A boy's version of heaven...
Thank goodness it wasn't Pappa Johns or he may have stroked!
That's awesome. All those cookies! All those coupons!
Sioux,
Yes. No matter how much you wish for them to feast on arugula, tilapia, quinoa, low-fat mozzarella, and Activia...teenage boys are going to load up on the unhealthy trifecta.
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knancy,
Sweet Gummi Mary! That thought had not crossed my mind. You are SO right. However, it's a 30-minute trip to Papa John's, but Little Caesar is in our direct path from school to home. So he has better odds of procuring his prize.
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Chick,
He's a cookie/coupon one-percenter amongst his peers!
The way to a teen boy's heart is definitely through his stomach!
Kathy,
They are kind of like goats. They can eat anything. Except The Pony, who is as finicky as Morris the Cat.
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