I've now updated this post. The video should come through now.
I once heard the hour before dinner referred to as the "arsenic hour." Any mom recognizes the challenge of putting food on the table while simultaneously (or as I once inadvertently, yet accurately, said, "same-ul-time-ously") trying to meet the attention-demands of the children--demands which grow with the grumbles of the kids' tummies. Words spoken during meal preparation too often are sprinkled with arsenic rather than sugar.
One evening, twenty-some years ago, I stood in my little kitchen of our small condo. I don't remember what I was fixing, but I do remember that oldest son--then about 2 years old--remained my constant companion, asking question after question, making request after request. Finally, I told him, "Just hold your horses."
Miraculously, he scurried off happily. The demands stopped, cold-turkey. I couldn't believe my luck. I finished dinner preparations. As I brought the food to the table, oldest son came running up. He had, clutched firmly in each little toddler hand, a toy horse.
If "Captain Literally" had existed then, he would have been pleased with my son! (Be sure to watch this video clip--Studio C is one of the funniest shows on TV now.)
Thanks for sweet, obedient children.
I once heard the hour before dinner referred to as the "arsenic hour." Any mom recognizes the challenge of putting food on the table while simultaneously (or as I once inadvertently, yet accurately, said, "same-ul-time-ously") trying to meet the attention-demands of the children--demands which grow with the grumbles of the kids' tummies. Words spoken during meal preparation too often are sprinkled with arsenic rather than sugar.
One evening, twenty-some years ago, I stood in my little kitchen of our small condo. I don't remember what I was fixing, but I do remember that oldest son--then about 2 years old--remained my constant companion, asking question after question, making request after request. Finally, I told him, "Just hold your horses."
Miraculously, he scurried off happily. The demands stopped, cold-turkey. I couldn't believe my luck. I finished dinner preparations. As I brought the food to the table, oldest son came running up. He had, clutched firmly in each little toddler hand, a toy horse.
If "Captain Literally" had existed then, he would have been pleased with my son! (Be sure to watch this video clip--Studio C is one of the funniest shows on TV now.)
Thanks for sweet, obedient children.
What a cute story!
ReplyDeleteThat is awesome - my daughter is so literal like that and it never fails to crack me up. Which is good, because like you said, that tense hour as dinner I prepared can so easily turn sour and sometimes I need to lighten up a bit and remember that she's not pestering, she just wants to be part of everything.
ReplyDeleteThat was funny! I will have to share it with Grampy -- it makes him absolutely insane when people don't use the English language correctly! Love the pony story!
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