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...
