Our Poor Child!
This week has made me to determine that our darling daughter-to-be is doomed to a life of utter hopelessness. It will be a sheer miracle if this poor child somehow manages to form intellectual thought processes so long as she is living under our roof. No don’t get me wrong, both my darling sweetheart and I are actually very intellectual. However, there are times when something happens that just makes me wonder if we are really as bright as we might think.
Case in point, earlier this week, Daddy Dearest began rummaging through the kitchen
cupboards looking for something to snack on. After some browsing and debating, he eventually settled on a can of pork and beans. He opened the can, poured it onto a paper plate, microwaved it and sat down to enjoy. About halfway through his meal, he pauses and looks at me. “There are only beans in this.”
I stared at him in utter shock for a few moments before it dawned on me that he was being serious. At that point I burst into hysterical bouts of laughter. Gasping for breath, I ask him, “Haven’t you ever had pork and beans before? Don’t you know it’s just a pork flavored sauce & a little piece of pork fat?”
Realizing that this is definitely one of those moments when you really have no choice but to laugh at yourself, he laughs with me and says, “Well, of course I’ve had pork and beans before. I just kind of figured that I always got ripped off.”
We both had a good chuckle about the whole thing and after begging me to never tell a soul, he smiled and called me a few choice words for promising to blog the whole story.
In all fairness though, I cannot lay all the blame for our child’s intellectual potential on her Daddy’s shoulders. Just this morning he came in and gently awoke me with a “Happy Day-After-Valentine’s Day” kiss. It was sweet and romantic and I wanted to repay him before I left for work. So after I was fully prepared (at least physically) to trudge out into the bitterly cold winter weather, I wrapped my arms around him and planted a big kiss on his cheek. I then stated (oh how I hate to admit this!) “Happy Day-After-Thanksgiving!”
Yes, our little Ellie is tragically DOOMED!!!
Case in point, earlier this week, Daddy Dearest began rummaging through the kitchen
cupboards looking for something to snack on. After some browsing and debating, he eventually settled on a can of pork and beans. He opened the can, poured it onto a paper plate, microwaved it and sat down to enjoy. About halfway through his meal, he pauses and looks at me. “There are only beans in this.”I stared at him in utter shock for a few moments before it dawned on me that he was being serious. At that point I burst into hysterical bouts of laughter. Gasping for breath, I ask him, “Haven’t you ever had pork and beans before? Don’t you know it’s just a pork flavored sauce & a little piece of pork fat?”
Realizing that this is definitely one of those moments when you really have no choice but to laugh at yourself, he laughs with me and says, “Well, of course I’ve had pork and beans before. I just kind of figured that I always got ripped off.”
We both had a good chuckle about the whole thing and after begging me to never tell a soul, he smiled and called me a few choice words for promising to blog the whole story.
In all fairness though, I cannot lay all the blame for our child’s intellectual potential on her Daddy’s shoulders. Just this morning he came in and gently awoke me with a “Happy Day-After-Valentine’s Day” kiss. It was sweet and romantic and I wanted to repay him before I left for work. So after I was fully prepared (at least physically) to trudge out into the bitterly cold winter weather, I wrapped my arms around him and planted a big kiss on his cheek. I then stated (oh how I hate to admit this!) “Happy Day-After-Thanksgiving!”Yes, our little Ellie is tragically DOOMED!!!
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