Tonight was a great example of a typical dinner at our house and for once I wasn't too stressed out to appreciate it.
Mike made an awesome Mexican dinner that I was too exhausted to cook myself (spent all day trying to clean up after 3 little disasters, oops, disaster makers). The dinner was tacos, beans, and mexican style rice, which was very good (well, I just tried the taco meat).
Anyways, dinner started off with Seren sneezing all over the food (I already had my bowl of meat and it was out of range, haha!). Then Earl, our gray cat (Earl Grey) tried to make his way up to the center of the table via climbing up to the sink, then poising next to the fishbowl to jump on the table. Mike had the squirt bottle handy to discourage him from ever coming back into the area this evening. This was when I told him about the picture I had taken of Earl making friends with the fish today (pictured here).
Penny is making dinner coversation very interesting now that she can talk. At this point she exclaims, "A squirt it, a fishbowl, a Earl!" in the broken English of a two year old. Seren says, "I'll take the squirt bottle, Daddy, and watch out for Earl beacause he might eat the fish!" Mike assures her that such extreme measures need not be taken as the cats are too intimidated by the water in the fishbowl to be interested in fishing. He explained that Grimmy tried but decided against it when his nose got wet. I interjected that Earl would really like to get the fish but seems to only go as far as savoring the fishwater, or fish "tea." Mike comments that it's disgusting considering the main ingredient of fish tea. Seren pipes in, "Poop!"
At this point, Penny asks me, "Mommy, a help you a burrito?" "Do you need help making your taco?" "Yes!" she says, so I make her a taco.
Mike launches into a different topic of conversation, more scientific than the contents of fish "tea,": Why Pink is Not Really a Color. Evy is mortified. She seems to be close to giving up all of her hopes and dreams as Mike explains that there is no color of pink in the rainbow and that this color is simply a figment of our imaginations, something that we think we see.
Penny breaks in, "Mommy, a burrito?" "You want another 'burrito'?" I ask. Penny grins, "Yes!" So, I grab another tortilla and begin to make her another taco when she says, "A Meeeee help you make a taco!" "You want to make it yourself?" "A make it MYSELF!" she says. I give her the plate back.
After being fully devasted by the truth of the color pink, Evy is happy to have a change in conversation and is inspired by Penny's new taco to request more tortillas and ice cream -oops!- sour cream for herself. Penny realizes something is missing on her plate and immediately requests (demands excitedly), "Arse cream!?" I would normally correct her and enunciate ICE cream, but Mike handled it by responding, "SOUR cream?" She nodded, and as Mike reached for a scoop for her she dumped her cup of water in her plate. That was when I decided to disappear and write this all down to share with you folks!
Bon Apetit!
