Sunday, December 07, 2008

Cool Whip

This anecdote takes a little bit of set up: Our three year old has interesting names for her imaginary friends. She had a "boyfriend" named Jacob Brownie. When she broke up with him, she got Jacob Marshmallow. There's even a Jacob Sundae.

My wife's Grandfather's name was Whilbert Langholdt. For years and years he ran a cafe and bowling alley in Ricketts, Iowa that bore his nickname, "Whip's Lanes."

Recently, although she never knew him (he passed away decades ago), Annamarie tried to explain to us that "Grandpa Whipped Cream isn't dead, he just had to go to his other house."

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