That’s what I asked my son when I called him on my cell phone while I was running errands. A few minutes later, as I stood in line at Burger King, I couldn’t remember what he had said. So, I got him french fries, a safe choice.
It turned out to be a correct guess.
Why is it that I can remember listening to Mrs. Huddleston, my third grade teacher, read Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz and thinking how different and how much more exciting it was than The Wizard of Oz movie, but I can’t remember what happened a few minutes ago?
In ten or twenty years, will I look up startled from a crossword puzzle and exclaim, “He wanted french fries!”
That would be ridiculous.
I don’t even like crossword puzzles.
Or, do I?