Sunday was "Rally Day" at our church which was very exciting to our children. Any time they can peruse buffet tables and load up their plates, they are happy. They look forward to any meal that is not controlled by either parent and they do surprisingly well for themselves. Except for that middle one--she still tries to leave with a plate FULL of desserts and another filled with chips. I know it's a special day, but really? At least pretend to be slightly healthy.
On this particular day, the middle child (shall we call her Jan? I hate that 90% of you won't get that Brady Bunch reference because...I am so very OLD...)was pretty proud of her burger, salad, potato salad, and broccoli salad selections and agreed to wait to hit the dessert table after she attempted to eat most of her meal. She and the eldest child (Greg? Marcia even though he's a boy? Perhaps I could use their real names like I usually do? Nah--too easy!) plopped their plates on a table where two elderly gentlemen were enjoying their meal. We followed them, but were hesitant because no one wants the people with the three kids to sit with them. NO ONE.
Surprisingly, I was wrong--tthe one gentleman--we'll call him Connor (because that could be his name, though he said he is 86 and Connor seems like a more modern name, doesn't it?) was thrilled to chat with my son and the other gentleman--we'll call him Ken because...well, that is his name) was joined by his wife (we'll call her Cathy (although her name could be Kathy) and both thanked us (I know, right?!) profusely for sitting with them. Evidently, my children are a joy to have around and they could not be more beautiful. Who knew?!
Now I won't bore you with all of the stories that were told that day (too late?!), but these three were quite comical and truly kept us entertained. At one point, Connor said to my son,
"Listen...you need to learn to cook and clean. Women love a man who can cook. That's why I was never able to get married--I didn't know how to cook so the women didn't want me."
My son, assessing the situation, looked at my husband and then at me.
"Really?!" he asked skeptically.
"REALLY," Connor replied.
"Okay...so then how did HE get HER?!" he asked while pointing into his father's chest on the left and mine on the right.
How indeed...
On this particular day, the middle child (shall we call her Jan? I hate that 90% of you won't get that Brady Bunch reference because...I am so very OLD...)was pretty proud of her burger, salad, potato salad, and broccoli salad selections and agreed to wait to hit the dessert table after she attempted to eat most of her meal. She and the eldest child (Greg? Marcia even though he's a boy? Perhaps I could use their real names like I usually do? Nah--too easy!) plopped their plates on a table where two elderly gentlemen were enjoying their meal. We followed them, but were hesitant because no one wants the people with the three kids to sit with them. NO ONE.
Surprisingly, I was wrong--tthe one gentleman--we'll call him Connor (because that could be his name, though he said he is 86 and Connor seems like a more modern name, doesn't it?) was thrilled to chat with my son and the other gentleman--we'll call him Ken because...well, that is his name) was joined by his wife (we'll call her Cathy (although her name could be Kathy) and both thanked us (I know, right?!) profusely for sitting with them. Evidently, my children are a joy to have around and they could not be more beautiful. Who knew?!
Now I won't bore you with all of the stories that were told that day (too late?!), but these three were quite comical and truly kept us entertained. At one point, Connor said to my son,
"Listen...you need to learn to cook and clean. Women love a man who can cook. That's why I was never able to get married--I didn't know how to cook so the women didn't want me."
My son, assessing the situation, looked at my husband and then at me.
"Really?!" he asked skeptically.
"REALLY," Connor replied.
"Okay...so then how did HE get HER?!" he asked while pointing into his father's chest on the left and mine on the right.
How indeed...
My dad just met Christopher Knight and my kids were asking who he was. When I said Peter Brady, they just gave me a look like who?
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HA! It's sad when others don't "get" a Peter Brady reference. I just read something at the gym that said they are contemplating a new Brady Bunch. I'm excited AND afraid! Thanks for reading!
DeleteThat is too funny. Isn't it weird that when you mention the Brady bunch you have to add "it was probably before your time"-lol! Really does make you feel old.
ReplyDeleteYour son is pretty smart to pick up on that last comment.
Irene
I know, Irene--I feel like I am older than EVERYONE these days! As for my son, he has been this way since he could talk! Sometimes it is funny and sometimes...not-so-much!
DeleteLOL!!! thanks for making it incredibly difficult to get my baby to drink her bottle and get to sleep because i was trying not to double over laughing... and I think it might have been "Kathy".. :) too funny!
ReplyDeleteI know if there is a starving baby out there then my work here is done! Thanks for reading it AND for thinking it was funny--even if the baby disagrees! Maybe she just wanted to be in on the laughs...?!
DeleteHahaha - kids are the best. So astute it is scary:)
ReplyDeleteLove this little slice of life piece!
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HEY THERE! I feel like it has been so long since we've...chatted (?!)--I hope all is well with you and I am happy to know that I gave you a laugh! I think we both had sporadic (at best!) posts this summer--actually, my craziness started in like March or April, but hopefully I will be a bit more regular on here. I'm looking forward to seeing some of your new material! Thanks for commenting!
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