Bad Bedtime Bacon

Bad Bedtime Bacon

Waking up thirsty, I stumbled to the kitchen and flicked on the light. My son Benny’s stupid frog sat on the counter wearing a tophat and tails. I cocked my head to wonder why he was there when he started singing: “Hello, My Honey. Hello, My Darlin’”. Well you know how that goes. I swore from that moment, not to eat bacon before bedtime again.

Doug Langille

Husband, father, writer and shameless technophile.

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