Mmmm....

Driving to Chillecothe, Ohio, to visit my mom's parents has been a yearly event since I was born. I think I've missed one summer in 40 years. Anyway, my girls went over to Grandma Mil's Thursday and BD, Wil and I followed after BD got home from work Friday evening. On the four hour drive, Wil just talked and talked and he even made sense sometimes. One of those times was when he just blurted randomly,

Fried chicken is tasty in the summertime!

What can I say? Sometimes he comes up with a profound truth.