“Coming home for dinner?”
“Are you coming home for dinner today?” Mummy-dearest asked.
“Yes Mummy”, said I.
Nevermind that she had ALREADY asked me 13 times when I was in the shower, and another 5 times, AFTER I got into the car, and was backing out the driveway….
That was at something o’clock in the morning.
Just an hour ago, at about 6pm, she calls me ..
“Are you coming home for dinner today?”
“Yes Mummy”
“Oh….” Slightly disappointed. For my not coming home for dinner meant that she had an excuse not to cook….. which really explains why she asks me so many times a day…. (and this only happens when I answer in the affirmative…..) I guess she just hopes that if she asked me often enough, I’d change my mind after the 36th time….
I stuck to my guns today….so she continued….
“Ok then. You want your asparagus (like I stuck a Booker flag on them and claimed them earlier…. Which I didn’t, by the way)… with pacific clams or anything else?”
“hmm… what else do you have to cook with MY asparagus?”
“…….nothing……..”
You gotta grin.
I really, really love my Mummy sometimes.
May 28th, 2008 at 12:43 am
Your Mummy sure has her ways doesn’t she? And you better her a bit there… the skillful daughter!