We were at the neighbors house for a BBQ/ get-together. Like most little girls, or so I thought, I was a picky eater. I really liked plain and simple foods; naked hot dog, chicken nuggets, pizza and NOTHING green! So, at this said BBQ, dinner is ready. I really don’t remember what was served, but I do remember being singled out by mom for being a fatty. Little Laura was a picky eater too. So when her mom put her dinner together, she offered her potato chips as her side dish because she wanted her to have something in her tummy besides the naked hotdog. When I asked Laura’s mom if I could have some, my mom storms up, “AH AH AH, NO chips for you, Rachel.”
And I’m done….