To be continued......

Let the insanities begin!

Why he-who-cooks-an-emu waits, I'll never know.

Maybe it's throwback stuff from having a very small refrigerator 'over there.

All I know is there's no 'emu' in the freezer.

And there was this scared rabbit look when he asked what we were doing for Thanksgiving.

Ummmm.....having dinner? Wild guess. We have it every year?

Oh. Well, I didn't tell him.

I should have to tell him?

So there's no turkey.

Is there ever a turkey? Emu's. We do emu's.

And he doesn't know what he'll get for a turkey at this late date.

That's cuz he'll get an emu.

Oh, and then there's the house that needs cleaned up. Carpets shampooed, he thinks.

Yeah. He can just knock his socks off with that concept. This is a lived in house and we're talking a two year old who has difficulties making the fork find her mouth on a good day--that's when she's agreeable to even put what's on her plate in her mouth.

I can't wait to see the tantrum this time.

So.......it's the insanities here as he-who-must-add-to-the-moment races around, locating the emu and all the fixings that he failed to collect prior.

There's a shopping list on the table. And another list of 'to-do's' next to it.

I added Spaghetti-O's to the list.

That's for when Mr. Fine-then-you're-done-and-you-can-leave-the-table's, stern grandad's moment passes.

It's the sticky-outty-lip-and-head-on-the-lap-while-she's-sniffling routine.

I could learn something from that kid...........