Busted

Last night, as we pulled away from the KFC drive-thru (Dad loves his KFC), I asked Dad for my fries. Mum, who I don't think has ever been in a drive-thru, pointed out the fact that Dad didn't order any fries, so why would I ask for them? Then it dawned on her. She looked at Dad and yelled, "Busted!"

Dad squirmed,"We've only gone, like, two times sweetheart, and it was to Wendy's. It just smells like fries in here because of the chicken."

"I like chicken," I said.

Dad handed me a biscuit. "It's past your bedtime and you already ate, you can have some of this."

It was good- salty and buttery and warm.