Time with Frank and Ada:
On Good Friday, my mom and I were driving to the mall to look for shoes. Ada started to get hungry. My mom was diagnosed with diabetes which means she needs to eat certain foods at specific times of the day. Although my mom claims that she doesn’t have diabetes, “the doctors don’t know what they’re talking about,” she said, as she craves a hot fudge shake from Dairy Queen. To her dismay, I wasn’t going to stop because I knew she’d make me get out of the car to get it for her even though I was already driving. “Oh come, on, you can run in quicker than me.” I refused to stop, but I offered her some potato chips. Here’s what plays out next:
I can’t eat potato chips.
Why not? You always eat them.
It’s Good Friday – I can’t eat in between meals.
And you want a shake? That’s eating in between meals.
No that’s different.
Oh really? How?
Because a shake is liquid and you can have liquid in between meals but you can’t have food.
Ma, a shake IS food.
No, it’s not. Anyway. Oh look, did you see how they put up a new street by the high school? There was too much traffic before. Look how dirty my clean car got once your dad drove it to the men’s club meeting. DISGUSTING.
