Oh mama...

At the end of the story when Tub and Frank are enjoying their pancakes when Kenny is dying in the back of the truck, Tub picks up each plate laden with syrup and licks it up. When I read this sentence, I immediately thought about my own mother. Before my mom and I discovered we had insulin problems and excess amounts of carbs and sugar put us into a "diabetic coma", "pancake sunday's" were a weekly happening at the Richardson house hold. My mom would always make French toast to please her own taste buds. Upon finishing her breakfast, she would always stand up and lick every inch of her plate to get all the syrup off. Yes, this sounds like something a sloppy hog would do, but my mom would only do this given the sunday circumstance. This was so habitual for her that one Sunday when my sister had friends over, she went into the pantry to lick it in private so the friend would not see. Now, she would probably not be so thrilled that I was posting this anecdote on here for the whole world to see, but I doubt she will look, so shhhhhh!