Overheard in the Kitchen...

Bobbi is down at one end of the long, narrow galley-style kitchen, putting groceries away.

Me: "While you're down there, can you pass me a Mountain Dew?"

RX: *reaches into refrigerator, grabs can, looks at it dubiously* "'Dirty Mountain Dew'? Mountain Dew with cream soda? That's like the Navy's Army's Air Force."

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