During dinner I was daydreaming (about how I should have posted something last Friday about Halloween and how the Democrats must have invented the idea of going door to door getting handouts) when I realized that there was a protest being lodged by Gracie regarding green beans.
We told her she didn’t have to eat them. She likes green beans, but tonight was different, she told us. She didn’t want to eat them. Fine, we said.
As a kid, I was kind of a picky eater, and hence, Holli and I don’t have a “sit until you eat it” policy at our house…it never made sense to me that I was still sitting at the table two hours after dinner because (in my opinion) the food was lousy.
Mom worked during the day and as she reminded me often, it wasn’t “running a restaurant” nor was she a “short-order cook.”
One night I (without much thought to what it might mean to my immediate future) said, “Yeah, no kidding!”
The response I got to this statement wasn’t laughter. I can’t really even laugh about it now.
