Last night at dinner, we all had a good laugh at poor Mike's expense. On Sunday I made a roast, it was delicious and fortunately, since it was so large, we had a lot of left overs. Mike was craving his mom's brown gravy so for dinner last night he shredded the roast and added brown gravy to it. He was quite excited about this meal. Funny thing is, as I was dishing up the kids' plates, I put on the veggies, the potatoes, and then, as I was dishing up Abby's roast and gravy mixture, I saw Abby's and Karl's faces turn from indifference to concern, confusion, and disgust. Karl's mouth dropped in amazement as I placed the gloppy, brown, poo colored gravy with chunks onto Abby's plate. Abby's eyes got wide and though neither of them spoke their message was quite clear (we have to eat this) For a moment Karl pulled his plate back, but then, realizing what he did, he returned it back to me and they both continued to stare as I loaded up Karl's plate. It was as though they were still in awe that the pot contained what it did - and worse - that they were expected to eat it. It wasn't until I dished up Aine's plate that words were spoken - Aine said what they wouldn't, "I don't want that Mommy. That's gross. I not eat that." Mike, who was in the kitchen until that moment missed all of it, but as he walked in and Aine said quite defiantly and loudly what all the kids were thinking, witnessed Karl, Abby, and Mom burst into laughter at the honesty of a two-year-old's words. Karl and Abby laughed because their younger sister spoke the very words they knew they would not be allowed to say, and I laughed because I kept having visions of the boiled bacon scene from Better Off Dead (or any cooking scene for that matter from that movie). The thing is, is that as I was dishing up each plate, all I could think is, "Wow, this looks horrible. Looks worse than dog food." And adding that to the expressions on my children's faces and it was a hilarious moment. Mike didn't find as much humor in it, but before the meal was done we got a few chuckles out of him about his meal. In his defense, it tasted wonderfully. In fact, once we got the kids to actually try some (all on the count of three at the same time) they actually agreed that it was quite good. I just wish I had a video camera to catch all this for others to see for I know it was one of those moments I won't ever forget and others wouldn't either.
Once dinner was
done, the boys played/cleaned and the girls went through boxes of baby boy clothes that my sister had brought for our baby. I had Mike bring up the one bin of clothes I saved and took a stroll down memory lane. I have all the baby hats and blankets from our three kids as well as many pieces of clothing and memorabilia from when Mike and I were babies. The hit of the bin was the Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls my mom bought me when I was pregnant with Karl. My older brother and I had a set when we were growing up and they disappeared, so, when I was pregnant with Karl my mom saw some at a craft show and got them for me. Well, Abby and Aine LOVED them and carried them around the entire evening. They set Ann on Dad's chair and when Mike went to move her, Abby told him he wasn't holding her right and showed him the proper way to hold her. Mike asked to try again, picked Ann up by the leg and proceeded to keep the girls in a panic (and entertained) for a good five minutes trying to "save" Ann from mean-mean Daddy's clutches. Eventually Dad returned Ann to the girls and all was well with the world again - or at least for a short time.
It was an entertaining night for many reasons. We all had some pretty good laughs and I just hope the kids remember some of this stuff as much as I am sure I will.
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