I was reminded of a very poignant moment in my childhood the other day when I was out at the movies with my friend Zaddik.  It was not just any movie.  It was the black and white German silent film, Metropolis.  Check a bit on You Tube.  It was playing at an outdoor summer cinema in Rotterdam with live music.  Awesome.

But, as cool as the movie was, the point of the story is that while we were there I began digging in my bag to find some of my usual gummies, dried fruit, granola bars, hard candies etc.  I tend to have low blood sugar and when I get hungry my usual headstrong natures turns quickly from petulant to stabby.

So.  I carry high sugar foods in order to avoid prison.

Moving on.

While I was rooting and troughing in my bag, I made sure to share with Zaddik.  Because sharing is important.

I began to tell her the story about the distinct moment in my childhood when I learned that sharing was important.  Of course I had been told to share many times as a child, but there is a difference between being TAUGHT to do something and understanding that I MUST.

The story revolved around my mother.  And her intense love of Nacho Cheese Doritos.

One night while I was on my way to bed, my mother cracked open a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos.  Crunch, crunch… Hmm…

Little did my mother know that my addiction to Doritos was just as strong as hers.  If not stronger.  I wanted some too.  I had to have some.

Now.  I don’t remember if I asked her for some and she said no, or if I was too afraid to ask because I knew how much she loved her Doritos… but I do remember hatching a cunning plan:

If I couldn’t have some then I could at least get a taste.

As I leaned over to kiss my mother good night, I casually (to my 8 year old mind) slipped my tongue into her mouth.

There.  I said it.

Are you cringing like Zaddik did?

Or like my mother did when I Frenched her?

And while I went away thinking, “Mmm… Doritos!” I’m sure by the look on her face that my mother was, and still is, traumatized by the incident.

But maybe now that it’s out in the open we can all begin to heal.  At least a little.

I love you Mom… but, you know, not in THAT way.

Nicfucius says: Always share or you might end up snogging someone unexpected.