Snippet 72

AC called me this evening. "Thank you, Goo Goo!" He said.

"For?" W prompted in the speakerphone background.

"The bottles!" Responded AC cheerily.

Turned out they were referring to the liqueur-filled dark chocolate set i brought over yesterday.

Foreboding, one might say.

As children we loved the liqueur variety. Culturally, alcoholism was not pervasive. Adults were not wary.

I sure hope this is not foreboding for AC as it was for me.

Too bad AC is too old for bibs:

Last night, while waiting for Elsie to come home, W teased AC by asking if so-and-so was chocolate.

"Are you... Chocolate AC?" W would ask.

At first AC would adamantly deny his own chocolateness, "No, no, no!" Violently shaking his head.

Then after a few minutes, when it came to me, AC stated with dignity, "You're not chocolate! You're Goo Goo!"

Oh, wow. To be defended by my 4-year-old nephew who probably knows more about self-respect than i do. That makes a glorious day.