Thanksgiving in review
As always, we started off on Momside, where all the little kids reside.
Hanging around little children, especially during the holidays, can always provide sudden hilarious occurrences. But here's my favorite:
My cousin's little boy Hunter and I both reached for the same can of Coke in the refrigerator. Of course, him being 5, I won, but not before trying to reach around me for it.
While I was shuffling it around my waist, I backed up to Chad's wheelchair and slipped the can on his seat. (Chad was aware of what was going on.) Finally, I showed Hunter my empty hands and he walked off, confused.
When he saw the can on Chad's cushion, he asked, "Was that can there?"
Chad, answering truthfully if misleadingly: "Yeah."
"Oh." And Hunter walked off.
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On Dadside, it was a red-letter day: I finally moved up to the grown-ups' table. Yeah, that did pull me away from the table in the sun room where the TV is, and I only got the seat because Mom died --
About that. The blessing in disguise is that it actually increased our food options around the table, and Mom always loved to cook, so she would appreciate that. I whipped up pasta salad and stuffing on-site, Chad brought dirt cake (without the worms in the picture) and peanut butter pie... and Dad bought some cole slaw. Can't have him overloading on the salt.
-- but it was a fun change, and it was an honor.
Hanging around little children, especially during the holidays, can always provide sudden hilarious occurrences. But here's my favorite:
My cousin's little boy Hunter and I both reached for the same can of Coke in the refrigerator. Of course, him being 5, I won, but not before trying to reach around me for it.
While I was shuffling it around my waist, I backed up to Chad's wheelchair and slipped the can on his seat. (Chad was aware of what was going on.) Finally, I showed Hunter my empty hands and he walked off, confused.
When he saw the can on Chad's cushion, he asked, "Was that can there?"
Chad, answering truthfully if misleadingly: "Yeah."
"Oh." And Hunter walked off.
***
On Dadside, it was a red-letter day: I finally moved up to the grown-ups' table. Yeah, that did pull me away from the table in the sun room where the TV is, and I only got the seat because Mom died --
About that. The blessing in disguise is that it actually increased our food options around the table, and Mom always loved to cook, so she would appreciate that. I whipped up pasta salad and stuffing on-site, Chad brought dirt cake (without the worms in the picture) and peanut butter pie... and Dad bought some cole slaw. Can't have him overloading on the salt.
-- but it was a fun change, and it was an honor.