We “popped in” at Grandma and Grandpa’s. They were having tacos and Joseph zeroed in on the plate of shredded cheese. To avoid a mess, Grandpa made him a few cheese balls of squished together shreds.
On the way home, we stopped to get the mail, Joseph says, “I can feel my cheese ball!”
“Your what? Take your hand out of your pocket.”
He withdraws his hand and opens his fingers to reveal a rationed cheese ball, which he had stashed in his pocket along with the presidential motorcade limo he got at the Air & Space and the two pennies (“2 gold ones!”) recently acquired from Grandma.
“Ewe, Joseph! Just eat it. Gross.”
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