Wednesday, September 5, 2007
I just want to start this off by saying Andrew was great tonight. Julia on the other hand was just being Julia. We had finally convinced Julia that she could not have any chocolate covered pretzels until she ate her cubic inch of meatloaf. Just to let you know, we do not force the kids to eat things they truly do not like, she likes meatloaf.
Julia runs to the kitchen, opens a drawer and brings back a butter knife to carefully cut her meat. She then puts a bite in her mouth, spits it out and says "there is something in it." Gary looks at her and very solemnly asks, "is there some loaf in your meat?"
Julia nods her head, buries the piece in her mashed potatoes and says, "now it can grow."
Gary just smiles and says "maybe we can pick some meat next spring."
Julia finishes eating and so does Gary and I am once again laughing behind the napkin wondering if having kids automatically transports you to the twilight zone where you have serious discussions about meatloaf trees. Who knows what will pop up in the yard next spring.
1 comment:
Just as funny as the first time I read it. Reading your post, I can remember that dinner vividly.
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