Had some Pap toast this week. Made me smile. Miss that man.
My kids were privileged to know my dad. He lived with us for a school year and close to us for 9 years when they were growing up. He told them jokes and laughed at their jokes. He pulled them in their little red wagon and he rode it down the road in front of our house. He went to their school concerts and their soccer games. He read about them in the Portage Dispatch. He was a part of their lives and he became part of our family voacabulary as well.
Pap pants= painter or carpenter jeans. With lots of pockets and a loop for your hammer. Natural color.
Pap toast= stale hot dog bun opened and toasted in the toaster. Served with butter. Can add jelly. Or peanut butter and banana slices.
