It’s funny too, because my father and I would get the same thing in a sense, while in another sense we would get something very different. I mean, I know my father and there’s no way that he would have gotten a fudgy-wudgy, it would have embarrassed him too much to even say the word fudgy-wudgy, to be the kind of person who ate things with names like fudgy-wudgy. All of which makes him sound like an idiot, which in truth he was, although that’s not at all what I’m trying to say. What I’m trying to say is that my father was just like me, or that I was just like him, that were we both just like everyone else, which is to say that the name fudgy-wudgy probably had a lot to do with why I chose fudgy-wudgies over, say, creamsicles. Because let’s face it, had the fudgy-wudgy guy come down the beach calling out, Creamy-weamies! Creamy-weamies! Get your creamy-weamies here!
I’m not so sure that I would been so crazy about fudgy-wudgies, that I would have been such a fudgy-wudgy fanatic. In fact I consider it likely — admittedly this is that kind of thing you can never really know for sure — but I consider it likely that had the fudgy-wudgy guy come down the beach calling out nothing but Creamy-weamies! Creamy-weamies! Et cetera!
that I would been a creamy-weamy fanatic, that creamy weamies not fudgy-wudgies would have been my ice cream of choice — which believe me seems weird considering how I almost never chose creamy-weamies, given the choice. But of course the point is that I never had that choice — creamy-weamies didn’t exist back then, I made them up just now to explain something about fudgy-wudgies.
Naturally I realize I’ve made this point several times now, but as it turns out it’s a rather important point, because you see Muffin views the whole thing in a totally different way. Not that Muffin and I have ever discussed creamy-weamies, we haven’t, I just happen know how Muffin thinks, and how Muffin thinks is that a creamsicle is a creamsicle, whatever name we give it, that things have a certain reality independent of our thoughts about them.
… This is what our fight was about, it was about whether or not I saw the fudgy-wudgy guy fucking my sister.
