2 posts tagged “mom”

My eldest 3 year old is a master of this art.

The 6 year old girl next door saw us checking the mailbox at the street on Friday.

She came over and said hi and asked if my daughter wanted to come play.

Girl:  "Hi, do you want to come play at our house?"

Eldest:  "Well, we're checking the mailbox for letters."

Girl:  "We have lots of toys that we can play with and I'll share with you."

Eldest:  (pointing to the sky) "That's an airplane.  Mommy rides airplanes to work in other cities."

Girl:  "I cleaned my room so that we have room to play.  It didn't take very long at all."

Eldest:  (pointing two-handed at our house) "This is our house.  It's not our Michigan house.  This is our Nashville house.  We have two houses."

Girl's Father:  (loading bags into car.)  "C'mon - - - -, we have to go now.  Come get in the car with your sister."

Girl:  (to Father) "In a second."  (to Eldest) "Maybe we can play sometime?"

Eldest:  (to me)  "I have to go potty."

Me:  (to Eldest) "Say bye-bye."

Eldest:  (walks inside.)

Me: (to Girl) "Oh, maybe she can play later.  Bye-bye."

Girl:  (to me/Eldest) "Bye-bye."  (to Father)  "I'm coming Daddy!"

My eldest wanted to do something special for her mommy yesterday, Mother's Day of course.

I think it had something to do with the Dora episode where she collects ingredients for a cake to bake for her mom.

Which placed me squarely, on a groggy Sunday morning, in the kitchen with her at 6 AM.

My brain can be an unfriendly environment for thought under those conditions.

{George Dickel, the local whisky bottled at 90 Proof, distilled at Cascade Hollow in Tullahoma, is fantastic by the way.
We're directly south of Kentucky Bourbon country, but across that state line it's officially "whiskey" not "bourbon".
Article on "whisky vs whiskey" here
Curiously, though American, George Dickel uses the "whisky" spelling on their label.}

Solution, stare blankly at pantry, while yawning and scratching.

Eyes focused, then not, then focused again on the little cardboard box with cartoon berries on front.

Jello.

My savior.

Hallowed be thy wiggle and jiggle.

Next a successful hunt for a round pie dish under the cabinet.

Graham cracker crumb crust poured into dish and spread evenly, with my eager assistant.

I handled boiling the water for the Jello, but my helper poured in the mix and the cool water to firm it.

Gently poured onto graham cracker crust inside pie dish and into the freezer for a quick set.

Then I chopped bananas and readied the multi-color sprinkles.

Once the goo had begun to congeal, she arranged the bananas on top and scattered the sprinkles across.
(OK I helped guide that a bit.)

Then back into the fridge until the wife woke up for breakfast.

Surprise!

Happy Mother's Day from the 3 year old.

Doesn't taste half bad either.

I even took a picture of the finished product, but wouldn't you know that the cable from the camera to the PC  has gone missing during the move.

There was a sighting on day one, but none of us remembers exactly where.