My dad worked evenings. My mom would send me to bed and make it on the stove in our apartment. I would hear the theme song to Hill Street Blues or M*A*S*H and sneak out to the front room where she would sit in that red chair. I could have two pieces. Then back to bed.
This makes me smile.
ReplyDeleteAww. That's sweet. My dad was the popcorn maker in our house.
ReplyDeleteThis is so evocative.
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