Friday, November 25, 2005
no crust, please
I’m having dinner over at a friend’s house. It is shear bedlam – as she has a family of five children. The noise level alone is decibels too high for normal conversation – and there is food flying everywhere. I feel the need to find rain gear.
My attention is drawn towards one of her middle sons, who declares that he doesn’t like the crust. I am intrigued, as nothing on his plate has a crust. His mother rolls her eyes and shouts above the din of children chatter that he thinks the outer edge of every food is crust. I watch as he eats only the center of each mound of food on his plate. (This is the same child who previously had to smell each bite of food before he allowed it entry into his mouth.)
Meanwhile, his younger brother has shoved two long french green beans up his nose and is pretending to be an alien. I find it hard not to laugh and in fact have to excuse myself from the table to have a good chuckle in the hall away from these dinner table antics. Brings back memories.
My attention is drawn towards one of her middle sons, who declares that he doesn’t like the crust. I am intrigued, as nothing on his plate has a crust. His mother rolls her eyes and shouts above the din of children chatter that he thinks the outer edge of every food is crust. I watch as he eats only the center of each mound of food on his plate. (This is the same child who previously had to smell each bite of food before he allowed it entry into his mouth.)
Meanwhile, his younger brother has shoved two long french green beans up his nose and is pretending to be an alien. I find it hard not to laugh and in fact have to excuse myself from the table to have a good chuckle in the hall away from these dinner table antics. Brings back memories.
# posted by aj @ 9:41 PM 
