Dear Noah..........Buddruckers

We used to frequent a restaurant in Colorado called Fuddruckers. You always got the chicken strips and fries served in a basket such as this:



So yesterday I served you some chicken and fries in our plastic baskets like the one above as I have some.....different colors. The first thing you said was "wow...this is just like the baskets they use at Fuddruckers!"

Last night before heading out to the store you saw the basket on the kitchen counter and began talking about. Then out of the blue you came up to me and said "In the year 2027 Fuddruckers will change their name, changing the "F" to a "B" and it will be called Buddfuckers!" I looked at you funny I guess and you said "No I mean it will be called Buddruckers!"

You laughed and laughed. I was thrilled you changed the FUCKERS to RUCKERS. However, a few minutes later and throughout the evening....you kept saying BuddFUCKERS and giggling....saying it sounded funny! This meant I had to try to explain why we try NOT to use the word FUCK or versions thereof.....especially bursting out with it in public! That is all I would need.....you walking into the store and yelling loudly "Buddfuckers!" which when YOU SAY it sounds like BUTTFUCKERS! Your "D" sounds like a "T" sometimes.

It was rather amusing. I am hopeful today you will magically have forgotten all about it. Magic I hope......NO recall of the conversation. I think too I best hide the baskets for awhile and serve you your food on a plate!

I love you anyway.......always will.

Mommy :X