So we had the family in last week. My pa, the Apple, and I went to the store to buy some steaks to cook on my new grill (birthday present from pa). The Apple went because he "knows" that whenever we go to the store together, he gets hot Cheetos. So we indulge him. We're walking down the chip aisle, trying to find the Cheetos, Apple and Pa walking together, myself about 30 feet ahead. I come up on the Cheeto section and grab a bag of the hot ones. I holler to my pa and toss them. He catches them and hands them to the Apple. The Apple, so excited holds them up and shouts "I found the hot Cheetos!"
Of course he did.
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