The King Has Been Kinging Again

The Pony and I enjoyed a brief respite from the iron-fisted rule of King Farmer H on Monday night. The King was at the auction, counting out his money. The Pony was enjoying a boneless skinless chicken breast, on a toasted-bun sandwich, with a side of 2/3 of a package of Stove Top Stuffing. I used the brand name box, in honor of our Kingless repast.

"I'm not having any stuffing. You can have as much as you want. Dad is at the auction. If you have any left, we'll put it with your other piece of chicken for you to have tomorrow. Dad doesn't need any stuffing. I'll make some biscuits for both of you, and some salad."

"Oh, Mom. When you moved my Pop Tarts in the pantry? Do you remember how many were in the box?"

"I think two. It was kind of heavy. I put it in the corner, on top of your new box of brownies."

"Yeah. I found the Pop Tarts. But there was only one in the box. I mean one pack. You know, they come two to a pack."

"Uh huh. I'm pretty sure when I moved it, there were two packs."

"I guess Dad got one..."

That would be a logical conclusion. If only I'd known, I could've asked the King if he wanted me to pick up some Pop Tarts at the store. He was here when I left for town.

"Do you want anything from the store?"

"No. There ain't nothin' I want."

"Chips? Do you want some chips?"

"NO! There ain't no reason to have more than one bag of chips open around here."

Which pretty much tells me that my chips will continue to disappear.