We had Thanksgiving dinner this year with Paul’s childhood friend John, his wife Rose, and their daughters, Emily and Hope. The girls, at 7+ and 3-, are very active and easily bored. Neither our home nor our cats are childproofed. Going to their house for dinner seemed the wise choice for all members of both our households.
We ate at the kitchen table, as the former dining room has become the family computer room. (That’s where Emily spent much of the afternoon, busily creating her Sim amusement park.) Rose laughed that using a tablecloth, rather than plastic placemats, was her one attempt at holiday decorating, but was also a potential hazard. “If you see the whole tablecloth start to move,” she warned, “grab your edge and hold on, OK?”
Not to worry. Almost everything stayed on the table, and any small morsels that hit the floor were slurped up by Scully the Wonder Dog, who is clearly an old hand at under-table search and ingest missions.
When the time finally came for pie, Hope was tired of trying to eat with her fork. A solid face-plant, all the way through the whipped cream into the pumpkin filling, proved much more satisfying. Don’t let the beautifully balanced fork fool you; the truth is all over that shiny little face.
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My nephew tried the table cloth maneuver as well! Sounds like a wonderful day.
What a cutie-pie! In our house, Harley would now be trying to lick Hope’s entire face. On a completely different front, I’m not sure which of your email addresses in my address book is current, so I’m letting you know in this sure way that mom’s nativity is made by Lotte Sievers-Hahn and the very comprehensive set is at http://www.germanchristmasgifts.com. (Were lions and elephants and giraffes really at the manger?! Max would be overcome with excitement.) Better deal, too. Enjoy!
We made a pie for Mom’s physical therapist and one with Splenda instead of sugar for us. We put the extra and bake as a pudding so she can enjoy without the blood sugar spike. This year we used a Fairytale pumpkin. It has more meat and fewer seeds. You can get 10 pounds of cooked pumpkin from a 20 pound original. Mom made us go back and get another one…this time 27 pounds. We are going to have frozen cooked pumpkin out the ears!!!
My mom has the same look on her face (and the same telltale signs around her mouth) when she tries to sneak pie or cake that she isn’t supposed to have.
Heh. I was kind of tempted to try the face planting thing a few times myself…sometimes the pie looks tooooo good
Here via Michele’s this time (tho Iwas here a little while ago, loking at the pixs of your kitties one post below. ‘Cause your kitties are way too adorable…)
That face will remain imprinted in my brain for a long time to come. Little people are magical in their ability to turn the mundane act of eating into an adventure.
It does sound as if you had a glorious time. I love the line “Hope, was tired of eating with her fork.” In fact, I might make a minor adjustment to that line by switching the name Hope with the name Michele - and use it the next time I am served pie.
I imagine pie is wonderful sans fork.
I love the line “search and ingest missions!” Michele sent me.