Dinner can get pretty loud at our house. Sometimes I feel like there’s a great big sign on my forehead that says ASK ME ANYTHING – ALL AT ONCE AND REALLY FAST! Tonight was no exception, the table was a stage and everyone was a comedienne.
Peyton: Who would you want to be stuck in an elevator with?
Honey: Think hard about this one, babe.
Peyton: A mechanic!
Me: A magician!
Hope: Magic is an illusion.
Me: A magician and my therapist?
Here’s another one…
Hope: Hey mom, you know what’s weird?
Me: When old people dance the jerk? When someone comes up to you and starts carrying on a conversation and you can’t figure out how you know them or what they’re name is. Oh, and also, why is it that….
*That awkward moment when your mom’s unmomlike behavior distracts you.
Hope: Listen to this guys. 007 and a Chicken are introduced:
“The name’s Bond. James Bond.”
“Hi, my name is Ken. Chick Ken.”
The laughter was the perfect condiment for a family meal. It makes it extra fun when you laugh so hard soup comes out your nose.
In our house, you have to do your reading. Doesn’t Sommer look thrilled? By thrilled I mean she would rather be bush-cutting in a typhoon.
Honey asked for dessert after I had made a wonderful shrimp soup in coconut milk for dinner. Oh what the heck, it’s the least I could do after he spent the.whole.day playing golf with my father. I’ll never know the depth of that sacrifice.
Everything’s a group effort in our household (Hallelujah!). Hope did ask if we could buy a dishwasher after having to take care of the dishes from dinner and baking. Silly Hope, this was all part of my master plan, have enough babies for each chore at home and never lift a finger again! (Insert evil laugh here)
- How awful would it be if we called it Thankstaking? (bondotmom.com)
- I Love You Very Mochi (bondotmom.com)