Cantaloupe around my kids is dangerous. It's like they go crazy when they see it. Maybe because it's not one of my favorites so I tend to forget it exists most of the time, which means we don't have it very often. Not that I don't like it, it's just not as high up on the list as strawberries, raspberries, peaches, & kiwi.
Then one day I'll walk past the a big mound of cantaloupe at the farmer's market & I'm reminded of how much my kids love it. Love is putting it mildly, actually.
So the other night at dinner when everyone attacked the plate of cantaloupe at dinner, I wasn't surprised.
When even the 16 & 15 year olds were yelling, "Mom! She got more than me!!" I was a wee bit surprised...I mean, it's been a long time since they've expected things to be split fairly.
What really surprised me was when, as I was chewing, I looked to my right & saw the creepiest face ever.
Waiting for me to turn & notice, just quietly staring straight at towards me, patiently awaiting my reaction was this...
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| "Hi." |
I jumped. I screamed. I may or may not have had a need to change my britches...I'll never tell.
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| "Wassup?" |
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| "Why so jumpy, little mama?" |
That's just not right, Ginger Girl. Who taught this girl such things?
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