July 20 was National Hot Dog Day. Jeremy grilled us up some polish sausages and then we made s'mores.
That's all I have to say about that.
Except for something cute. When Jr. Jr. was little, he misheard when we said, "polish sausages." He called them "polar sausages." Even now when he wants one he will ask for a "polar sausage." It's cute. I'm trying to think if he ever even calls them "polish sausages," though he does know that's what they're called.
No comments:
Post a Comment