I hate good intentions sometimes... I really do want to write about all of these great memories but life just gets in the way sometimes.
But alas... here is memory #5.
I was probably about 7 years old or so. One Hundred and One Dalmatians had been re-released to the theaters. This is relevant to this memory as Hardee's was selling plush Dalmatian puppies with certain meals. I was determined to get one of those dogs. My dad and I went to the Hardee's on Third Avenue in Huntington (which is now Buddy's All- American BBQ for those of you keeping score) with his friend, Cameron (Ami may have been there for this, but I don't think she was). I ended up with a breaded chicken sandwich that had mayo and lettuce on it. I protested about the lettuce on my sandwich. I liked lettuce in salads but I did not care for shredded lettuce on a sandwich. My dad told me to quiet down and that eating "a little rabbit food" wasn't going to kill me. I started to cry saying I didn't want to eat rabbit food. He tried to keep from laughing, but he did try to calm me and reassure me that rabbits eat lettuce sometimes and that I wasn't actually eating food specifically for rabbits. I ate my sandwich through tears. I did get my plush Dalmatian puppy though.
There are times I think, "how on earth did my dad do it? How did he not laugh at everything I said? How did he keep an even keel when I was uneven so to speak?" I think back to my childhood and think that I would not have had the patience to deal with me and think even more highly of him for that.
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