where's my pie!?!

This happened a little while ago but we were talking about it recently and I just had to post it before it fades from my ever fading, blurred, backed up like a 'toilet after a long sit' memory.

Dinner time around our house always brings laughs, some small, some big...and this night was no exception.  In fact, this night brought some of the biggest, loudest, most HAAA-larious laughs we've had around here in quite some time.  This night we were at the counter, a usual thing around this joint, and Jim was telling the kids about some of the things he does at work.  During the middle of his general job description, Helena so wittingly interjects, throws her feet up on the counter, one on top of the other, her hands folded together behind her neck and says with great theatrical expression, "I'm the City Manager!  Where's my pie!?!"  Apparently, this is what she thinks Jim does all day.

Dinner was over.