Meega gave me this!

Meega gave me this!

One of my fond memories of going on road trips with my parents is the inevitable stop at the gas station for gas which allowed me to run into the convience store and purchase several dollars worth of candy for the gobbling while we continued on our cross country trips. In all honestly, I still love doing it today and can often be found running back to the car while Eric fills up with gas with a brown paper bag filled with Now or Laters, Dum Dums, Starbursts and chocolate. One of the candies that I always seemed to purchase when I was a youngster and on trips with my parents, was candy cigarettes and have, in the past year, mentioned to Eric how you can never find them anymore. I’m sure the production of candy in the shape of cigarettes was outlawed when the anti-smoking campaign made if politcally incorrect to light up in any public place. This was probably the same movement that made the giant smoking cartoon camel lay to rest as it appealed to children. So goodbye candy cigarette. . . . HELLO “Candy Stick.” That’s right. They were able to out manuever and not lay waste to thousand of cigarette by slapping Spiderman on the box and calling them sticks. So in one of Porter’s goody bags, given to him by his grandparents, “Meega and Pop Pop” he got a box of candy sticks. He got into the pantry and found said sticks and I come around the corner and go, “Where did you get THAT?”  ”From Meega,” says Porter. Gee, thanks Meega for the candy stogies….

If you’re wondering why he’s actually pretending to smoke that thing it’s because his FATHER talked him into it so that we could make Meega feel bad…

He’s so mean.