I like tuna fish. I like sushi. I like shell-fish. And once in a while, Lex tries to hold her nose while I have some.
“This is Texas, after all,” she says. “We only eat meat we can brand.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! Doesn’t anyone in this state go fishing?” I ask.
“When was the last time you saw a fishing pole at the feed store?” Lex counters.
“Well, nevermind. The last time I had fish was when Melanie was in diapers. It’s about time I indulged myself a little.”
Lex looked thoughtful for a minute. “That was fish? I thought that smell was something in Mel’s diapers!”
Can a person smirk and run for their lives at the same time? I swear my Lexington can.