Wednesday, March 23, 2005

A Tasty Mistake

I once made an overseas call to my son while I was serving in a warzone in the middle east. At the time he thought I was performing my duties in Virginia as my wife and I didn't want him to have undue anxieties over where I actually was.

On a particularly tough day, I called home to check in, and my young son actually answered the phone. It was a Saturday morning and he had climbed into my bed back home and was watching cartoons drinking some sort of concoction of cookies with milk. He mentioned to me that the cookies had melted into the milk, but actually tasted very good...He called it a tastymistake...

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