Monday, February 8, 2010

A Typical Dinner at My House

Welcome to dinner at my house tonight. Go forth and release the judgement -- let the condemnation flow. I am 99.8% sure no one has washed their hand, 87.4% sure some one just burped and 68.2% positive there is a plane on the table. Oh LORD, and 16.7% sure this just came out of Middle Twerp's nose.And this spawn? With a helmet? I have no earthy idea. But we do not discourage his safety conscience measures. After all, we cannot afford another set of stitches.
And -- WAIT -- who is that kid? Where did he come from? And why did I not notice him until dessert?For the love of sweet Jesus, we love and embrace all. And we gave him the noodle from MT's nose. No harm, no foul.

3 comments:

Goodwife said...

Hi expression makes it clear to me that he isn't one of yours.........he doesn't look too terribly happy to be photographed........much unlike your hammish spawn! LOL

Scrappy Girl said...

We usually have a stray kid or two also. Kids make mealtime...interesting! LOL

Dana and Daisy said...

Mmm! spaghetti!