Of Battles And Battle Cries

[mom_almighty]

The scene: dinnertime. Ethan, Gabe and I are sitting around the dinner table, surveying the fruits of my 1.5 hours of labor: a chicken and broccoli casserole. It came out perfectly, and I proudly dished heaping platefuls of it to myself and my progeny.

Me: "Okay, boys! Let's eat!"
Gabe: *grabs his fork, enthusiastically digs into casserole,

Comments

[featherfire]

Ethan sounds exactly like my roommate's son!

...Who is 13 years old. XD

However, I would eat your casserole with great relish. It sounds delicious.

[heidi_and_colin]

LOL you make the ordinary dinner sound so much more dramatic. I finally gave up cooking things together.

[beladibaby]

Isn't that laugh the most evil thing you have ever heard? I never knew my mom was so diabolical until I called one day and asked her how I lived to be an adult, kiddo was in the throws of a TERRIBLE two day. The laughter at the other end was the most spine chilling I have ever heard. That is the laugh of a mother getting her fondest wish "I hope you have children just like you"
Don't worry, one day you'll be the one laughing *grin*

[edwardina]

That was the thing that always made me wince: once one kid announced the food was yucky, would they all take up the cry?

I thanked my mother long ago for not leaving me exposed on a mountaintop.

Out of the mouth of babes

[anonymous]

I hear strychnine is very bitter. Did the casserole taste very bitter?