not color-blind

While packing for last week’s road trip to LA, my dad and I were piling on the snacks.  I had neurotically separated everything into matching bags – sweet, salty, and fruit.  Then, my dad had the nerve to come in and mix everything up.  After I stopped staring in abject horror, I managed to pull it together enough to ask him just what he thought he was doing.

Dad: “Organizing.”

Me: “It’s already organized!  Sweet, salty, fruit!”

Dad: “No, I want Asian snacks and white people snacks.”

End of discussion.  But if on our next trip, kids are fighting to get into the wasabi peas AND lychee jellies at the same time, don’t come crying to me.  hmph.  Taxonomy hasn’t been so hotly debated since the tomato: fruit vs. vegetable days.