SF dropped the R-word...sort of.

We were on our way to the icky grocery store Von's (his food shopping, not mine) when it slipped. It was passed 8 pm and the streets were busy, leading us to almost smash into a silver Prius at which he fully stopped my car and screamed at the driver, "NO! No! You don't get to turn!" and then we continued. It went like this:

SF: I have to go to Taco Bell and get one of their rings. I haven't seen them in a while.

J: Huh?

SF: You know those little machines with the plastic rings in them? They have little Taco Bells rings and I have to get one soon.

J: What for?

SF: I can't tell you.

J: [insert record scratch here] What? Why not?

SF: You don't like surprises, do you?

J: But...I wanna know. [Puss n Boots doe eyes] Can I know why you can't tell me?

SF: [ridiculously mischievous] Yup.... Because it's a secret.

J: When will I know?

SF: Soon, hopefully, if I find one. It shouldn't be hard to find.

J: Will it make me happy?

SF: I'm not sure, it should.

J: Tell me.

SF: Nope.

J: Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me....

SF: Nope. I can't. It would ruin it.

Then I hung my head and he snickered. And I felt all warm inside.

(I couldn't find a picture of a Taco Bell ring. I guess they really are an urban legend type thing.)