A few days ago, I was in my little office writing when I overheard this conversation coming from the kitchen:
"Dad," my kindergartener asked, "can I have a candy cane Hershey's Kiss?"
"How about," my husband replied, stretching out his voice to add suspense to the moment, "a slice of this delicious elk sausage instead?" I heard the refrigerator door open and I could picture my husband punctuating his suggestion by holding the sausage roll high above his head triumphantly.
"Oh, yes!" my kindergartener said happily. "That seems a FINE substitute for chocolate!"
He didn't really say that last part. It was just a creative way for me to inject my own sarcastic thoughts--the ones I had while listening to the conversation--into the story.
I guess the hubs is trying to clean out the freezer.