The tootsie roll's fate was not noble. They'd either be traded for something - anything - more appealing from a brother's loot (usually I got rocked in the trade - 10:1 or some ridiculous exchange rate like that). Or, when that didn't work, I'd give them as an offering to The Mom (who made her living collecting trick-or-treat "fees" after we checked out our haul each Halloween night) to keep her sampling fingers out of my precious snickers or skittles.
ANYway, I share this background with you only to say that I think my taste buds have advanced over the years, and, just like with tomatoes and green peppers, I now find the tootsie roll quite a delectable treat. In my new, very mature frame of mind, I can in no way mock the sincerity and valiance in which the following hoard was both collected and guarded:
2 comments:
Um, can I borrow her costume for me? It's soooo cute. Oh, and I love Tootsie Rolls as well, but I always have.
i don't blame you--i LOVE tootsie rolls. mmmmmmmmm.
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