Daughter has a game she likes to play while we are on long car rides (okay, on any car ride). Whenever she sees a yellow vehicle, she says, “Twinkie!” She’ll be conversing with us, she’ll see a Twinkie, say, “Twinkie!” and then be right back to the conversation as though she hadn’t interrupted the flow.

Last weekend, Hubby, Eldest Son and I went to Fargo, North Dakota. From there we were heading to Aberdeen, South Dakota. We eventually hooked up with Hubby’s parents and our other children in South Dakota. Before we got there, we decided to do a little something for Daughter. We thought she needed some Twinkies, so we bagged some with the camera.

Twinkie!

Twinkie!

Twinkie!

Twinkie!

Twinkie!

Twinkie!

Twinkie!

Twinkie!

Twinkie!

Twinkie!

Twinkies!

Twinkies!

When we met up with Daughter, we handed her the camera and said, “Twinkie!” and let her look through the photos. Hubby couldn’t resist setting up the last picture, although, in the interest of full disclosure, those aren’t actually Hostess Twinkies, but an off-brand of sponge cakes with creamy filling.

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