The words were music to my ears.
"Mom, can I make lunch?"
Like I'm gunna' say NO?!?!?!?!?
My youngest daughter loves to serve
and loves to be in the kitchen,
so I love to let her serve me by
being in the kitchen.
I like to avoid the kitchen.
We're not always on speaking terms.
So, I continued to work on an article I was writing,
corrected Geometry and tried not to let Facebook
interrupt my day any further.
When she called me into the kitchen later,
I knew I was in for a fancy restaurant kinda' experience.
A tablesetting with cloth napkin awaited.
After she seated me, I was given a menu,
just like in a real restaurant.
(We'll talk about the spelling tomorrow, k?)
She wore an apron and talked about the menu items,
just like in a real restaurant.
My order was written down and the food quickly prepared.
I should have taken a picture of the food,
but I devoured it too quickly.
She fanned the whole grain crackers around the mound of chicken salad.
The egg salad was served with potato chips
because we like to use it as a dip, not a sandwich spread.
It was delicious!
Just like in a real restaurant.
The bill was just like in a real restaurant, too.
"And, Mom, you have to pay me in real money,"
she said graciously, but firmly.
This is as opposed to the fake money we use
with our fake cash register
when we're studying money in school.
Real money?
Who's she kidding?
I have two teenagers in the house,
I'm not allowed to carry money.
They can sniff out dollar bills faster than
pigs can sniff out truffles.
(I've been waiting for years to use that useful
tidbit of information I gleaned from my fourth grade reader.)
My wallet was emptied.
It wasn't enough.
The piggy bank was shooken/shooked/shaken
until I felt like I was getting carpal tunnel.
The restaurant owner conceded to accept
the amount that slid out of Mr. Piggy Bank,
who's not the truffle sniffing kinda' pig.
The change was tossed into the tip jar,
and I finished up the dishes.
Just like in a real restaurant.
That is just gorgeous! I love, the cuttlery all wrapped up in an elegant napkin.! :)
ReplyDeleteFun. I want to come to that restaurant!
ReplyDeleteWow, when I started delivering newspapers when I was 11 and making a paycheck I remember wondering what my kids would be able to do to make money... your daughter has it down! She can open a restaurant for all your friends in your kitchen. =D
ReplyDeletepriceless...or should I say pricey? ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhat're you gonna do if she does this trick every day? ;)
ReplyDeleteWhat a mature little girl. Want to ship her here for a few weeks to pass along some of her skills and willingness?
What're you gonna do if she does this trick every day? ;)
ReplyDeleteWhat a mature little girl. Want to ship her here for a few weeks to pass along some of her skills and willingness?
Absolutely loved this. I smiled the whole way through, and laughed out loud at the shooked, shaken, shaked line. :)
ReplyDeleteLove it!! She did a grear job!!
ReplyDeleteAwwwww.....as you know, they grow up too fast!! I have two teenagers in the house without any little ones...no longer five teenagers with two little ones!!
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