He doesn’t remember the cheddar pretzels. We always had a bag of them in the pantry when we lived in the States. The kids snacked on them all the time. But they don’t sell them over here. And it is stupid expensive to order them online.
So, we’ve gone without for 2.5 years.
Well, our friend Stacey just sent over some bags, and I opened one this evening. My girls remembered them, but my son was like, “What ARE these?! Where have they been all my life?! Can I have a bag to keep in my room? These are TOO good!!!”
Today’s storm produced an amazing rainbow over our village.