At the ball game the other night, Paul, my Mom, and I were talking about the fruit stand opening up. Mom said that Grandma was cussing Grandpa for having all that pop in the cooler and they should have watermelon, etc, etc. Paul said, “yeah. They do pretty good selling the sapphire root beer.” Mom kind of paused. I said “SAPPHIRE?” Mom looked at me with a quizzing look. Since I am now fluent in Maloprop-eze, I said to mom, “let me translate for you–SASPARILLA!” Mom was cracking up!!! 5/30/05
