Let me preface this by saying that my husband had a massive stroke back in 1996. He lost two-thirds of his right brain with the stroke. OK, that being said you think I would be used to his "observations" by now. I bought some Drumstick Ice Cream, you know the kind that comes in a cone with nuts and chocolate. Well this was in a regular ice cream container with the bits and pieces of the Drumstick in there. I fixed some for dessert tonight and sat down to eat it. Here is how the conversation went:
David (my husband): What are you eating?
Me: Ice Cream.
David: What kind?
Me: Drumstick.
David: (short pause and then very seriously) Does it taste like Chicken?
Me: (thinking) REALLY?
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