My parents have been visiting us from Texas this past month. They have been enjoying themselves with the grandchildren, spoiling them and having fascinating conversations with them. The kiddos spent the night at Mimi and Papa’s so hubby and I could sneak a date in. I had an earful of stories the next morning waiting for me!
The Cotton Bowl was on tv, and my parents are LSU alumni so they were watching the game. Every time the Tigers scored, Papa would cheer.
Middle-Child asked: “Is that good for your people?”
There was conversation on who was going to sleep where. Discussion over the big Lotto jackpot and how Mimi would divvy up the money if Mimi won. Of course this led to which grandchild deserved more money than the other because one likes to waste money on coloring books and markers.
I had my parents over for dinner last week and served this pot roast. My kids had never had dumplings before. Seriously, what a bad mom I am for that, huh?
I explained them that they were similar to mashed potatoes. The Princess tried it and liked it. Of course, she always does.
Middle-Child doesn’t eat mashed potatoes and we couldn’t convince him to try it. The Professor insisted it wasn’t mashed potatoes and those green things in them were freaking him out. It was a frustrating time because our rule is that you have to try it once before you can say you don’t like it.
Fine by us grown-ups. We loved the dumplings. And they were a nice change from the usual mashed potatoes! The rest of the story is gross and bothersome, so I will end it there. Let’s just say that dinner conversation with kids is always an interesting event.
Especially in our house.