I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I was the kind of kid who hid her lima beans behind the couch so she didn’t have to eat them.
Hid, as in, concealed them. As in, tucked them behind and under our hulking, scratchy sofa when my mom walked out of the room. Not so that I could savor them later. So I would never (ever, ever) have to see them again … [read more]
From The Hungry Mouse