Yesterday I got excited when I saw my favorite childhood snack sitting on the shelf at Rite Aide. I hadn’t seen one in years. I certainly hadn’t tasted that creamy chocolate goodness in many years and out of nowhere I suddenly had a craving.
I picked it up and happily shoved it in my cart.
On the walk home I was telling my daughter how much I loved eating them; tore them up anytime I had a chance; would beg for money to buy one; I was addicted to them.
We were walking and chatting and I was reminiscing as a giddy child.
I finally took a breath and looked at my eldest child struggling to hold back tears of laughter; it was then I realized what a horribly inappropriate name this tasty treat was given.
I wonder which sentence put her over the edge? That I hadn’t seen a ding dong in years or how much I loved eating ding dongs.
Thanks Hostess cupcakes for ruining my childhood memories; but giving me a ridiculous adult laughing spree.