I was at a homeschool convention Friday and Saturday, and while I was gone Gameboy (9) and Barngirl (12) went to a birthday party. I was asking him this morning if he enjoyed the party.
Gameboy : "Let's review what I ate. (Editor's comment: He really does talk like this.) First, I had a number of chips. Then I swam for a while. Then when the 'real' food came out, I had a hamburger and corn on the cob, and then another half of a hamburger. Then I stopped because I was going to explode."
"After a little while they brought out the 'make your own sundaes' and I decided I would have room for that, so I had the French vanilla ice cream and poured caramel sauce over it and a bunch of sprinkles."
"Then dad came to get me and we were getting ready to go and Dad says, 'They're cutting the cake,' so we stayed and I had half a piece of cake."
"When we got home, I hardly ate anything the rest of the night.....except some popcorn."
Now, let me state for the record that I do not blame my husband for this entirely predictable series of events. What fun is childhood without some days like this? PLUS, I know that Saturday morning Gameboy and his dad had a very protein-rich breakfast (little smokies in crescent rolls) while watching Andy Griffith together.
You can't beat that.
You can't beat that.
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