The year is 1998. I'm in Saskatchewan in mid-winter (why?) and I say to a three year-old Canadian toddler, "tastes pretty good, huh?" he stares at me like I have three heads. I remember where I am and repeat "tastes pretty good, eh?" and instantly he nods and smiles.
The year is 1998. I'm in Saskatchewan in mid-winter (why?) and I say to a three year-old Canadian toddler, "tastes pretty good, huh?" he stares at me like I have three heads. I remember where I am and repeat "tastes pretty good, eh?" and instantly he nods and smiles.
Universal my ass.