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I can only imagine the look on my dad’s face the first time he saw it in the laundry.Regardless, he didn’t seem to have too much of a problem because I found it neatly put away in my dresser.I’m sure he figured it was better to stick with the job he had and give his little girl everything she wanted instead of living paycheck to paycheck for who knows how long.
I have read many stories on this topic but I wanted something more true to life.” “Well, as you know, times have been tough and I haven’t exactly had the best of luck finding another job around here.I either seem to be over qualified or under experienced.Lucky for my dad, I knew what I needed, hey, I can Google too. In the car on the ride home my dad finally shares, “I just wanted you to know I was ready to answer any of your questions…So after letting him sweat a little, I picked out what I wanted. I just couldn’t believe how many options there were,” he trails off.
I think we gave it its name when I was real little, when I asked why it tasted so good and my forever facetious father replied that it was made with a thousand layers.