I just zinged Mr. Wig.
The folks are loading up the motorhome for their trip, and Mr. Wig asked Mrs. Wig if she was going to have cereal for breakfast, or whether he could take the milk out to the RV.
Mrs. Wig: I don't know yet, what are you going to do?
Mr. Wig: I'm going to have some watermelon.
Mrs. Wig: Well
(which came out kind of like a little snort
), you should eat more than that.
Mr. Wig: Well then I'll have a banana.
Mrs. Wig: That's still not much.
Me: I'm going to chime in here and tell you the same thing that you used to tell us when we went to the Grand.
Mr. Wig: OK.
Me: (Imitating Mr. Wig). "Now we're going into the truck stop for breakfast and I don't want you kids just getting cereal because I don't want to hear anyone telling me an hour from now that they're hungry. Get something that will stick to your ribs. Order some pancakes and eggs."
Mr. Wig: (laughing) I said that?
Me: You better believe it. You laid down the law every single year. And now you need to follow your own advice.
Mr. Wig: (still laughing) Well you have a better memory than I do.
(Really I don't. But I do remember this story quite clearly.