And another thing… why is it so hard to find huckleberry pie? Seems like once upon a time it was the only pie you ever saw getting stolen off windowsills.
It makes me sad that my boy will never know the unbridled joy of stealing a pie that has been set on the windowsill to cool. It seems people don’t do this sort of thing anymore.
Now, granted…stealing is wrong… but is stealing a pie left on a windowsill so bad in the grand scheme of things?
So long as Jack respects other people’s property and other people and all of that in every other respect–I will give him a pass on stealing pies off of windowsills.
Not supermarkets, not bakeries, not pie trucks. It’s only okay if it’s off a windowsill. Those are fair game.
It’s the one “crime” I will never give my son grief over. I may, in fact, have t-shirts bragging about it.
Of course, I may be putting the cart before the horse. Right now, he’s yet to have a pie. I might have to help get the ball rolling.*
Watch out for your windowsills.
*I, myself, have never really stolen a pie off a windowsill. I don’t think cooling pies like that has been done since before I was born–yet the cartoons I grew up with suggested this was once an honored American past-time. The closest I’ve ever come to this was buying a pie once from the supermarket, bringing it home, opening a window and screen, putting it on the windowsill, going outside and taking it, then bringing it back inside to eat. I don’t think I even heated it up first.
So, perhaps, I am seeking to live life opportunities missed vicariously through my son. This is what being a parent is all about.
Cheers!
–John, frustrated pie thief
