“You know,” said Kristy Thomas, “I’ve been thinking. If I took a bunch of these old wilted peas and put them in the mashed potatoes – evenly spread out – and then took my fork and smushed them all down, my lunch would look almost exactly like –”
“Stop!” I cried. “Stop right there. I don’t want to know what you think it would look like.”
“Do you want to know what I think it would smell like?” Kristy asked.
“Absolutely not,” I replied, turning green. “Please. Don’t say another word about the lunch. Why do you buy the hot lunch every day anyway? Why don’t you buy a salad or something?”
“Because,” replied Kristy, “it’s so much more fun to say disgusting things about the hot lunch.”
lol, Kristy ♥