ok, so hubby was always a little squeamish.
When our youngest was eight, she was a tiny, little BLONDE.
The three of us, went to a restauraunt that had good hamburger plates, with fries and slaw and a drink, a good bargain.
Hubby doesn't like dill pickles so he put them on the tin ashtray sitting there.
DD loves dill pickles and was reaching for them...there was old gum, a straw wrapper...yuck...and hubby said, "no! those are dirty, now."
ok, ok, already :lol:
So, we were finishing up, and he went to the men's room.
I leaned across table and gave DD a stick of gum and whispered something to her.
Hubby came back to table, we all got up, he paid tip, and we went to the car... :wink: ....
We got all strapped in, and I turned to make sure DD was all strapped in, and (in a very convincing voice)...
said, "Oh no! Did you get that gum out of that ashtray on the table?"
DD: "well, I wanted some gum..."
Hubby looking shocked and a bit green, whirled around...and before he could speak, we busted out laughing...DD and I had agreed at the table to do this to him :lol: :lol: :lol: and it worked! :lol: :lol: :lol: