Dad would take us ice skating Sunday mornings,
on the way home we'd stop at the deli for bologna- get a slice for your
hand?  the guy behind the counter would ask-
then we'd stop @ the bakery for rye bread so crusty it hurt your gums to
eat .
Get home and make sandwiches, Gluten's mustard, and hot Chocolate..

I was so excited when Sarah & John were starting skating @ the same
rink..
Stopped on the way home for all the fixins & discovered that my kids are
Commies..
Who ever heard of a kid that doesn't like hot chocolate??
And while John will steal a bite of "crambled" eggs w/ Tobasco neither
of them will touch mustard.