So tonight, as we were making Frog More Stew (a Cajun dish, ask Kari Kennedy if you must…), Bill the Pill (not so much of a pill anymore, in fact he’s been renamed Bill the Chunk) gazes at the full bodied shrimp in the pot, which are of course gazing right back with big blue eyeballs. He thinks for a second and then thoughtfully asks, “Why are their blueberries in it?”
Later, while icing a cake, Bill might have found his calling as a chef while icing a cake. After our Welcome Home Cake had been iced and topped with strawberries, Bill got this real excited look in his eyes. My Mom said, “Get Bill some cake soon or he’s going to have a heart attack!” Moments later, we asked him how the cake was but his mouth was so full he was unable to answer and began giggling uncontrollably.
Then John, after eating a slice that was literally as big as his head, brought his plate up to the sink and said, “Well I don’t think I like this cake.” We didn’t even have to wash his plate because there was not a crumb remaining. It must have been reeeeeeally bad.
Oh, and Bill now calls my mom Hotcakes.
3 comments:
Eep! It's unfortunate you remained in your slumber because, oh boy, what a way to go out that would have been :)
Represent H-Town!
Err... yes, indeed, Bayou (sp?) City... Marisa understands.
You guys are fun!
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