Tuesday, August 29, 2006

While I was in the kitchen making lunch...

Haley was supervising the children as they ate their vegetables. Vegetables, as you all know now, are always the first course at Mary's house. You don't get those yummy grilled cheese sandwiches till the beans are gone. Haley's voice drifts into the kitchen. "Arthur, it's rude to pick your nose at the table. Here, wipe it on thi--Eeeeww." Do I really want to know? Nah.


Blogger Ms. Huis Herself said...

Hmmm... first that made me hungry for grilled cheese sandwiches.

And then it didn't.


8/29/2006 11:48:00 a.m.  
Blogger Lady M said...

Don't ask, don't tell! (Not sure whether that silly phrase went over the northern border or not.)

8/29/2006 12:41:00 p.m.  
Blogger Kristen said...

Ick. There is no good guess here. Gotta love Arthur!

8/29/2006 02:23:00 p.m.  
Blogger Granny said...

I don't want to know either. Probably his tongue if he's anything like mine were.


8/29/2006 02:56:00 p.m.  
Blogger Bill said...

That really made me laugh, especially because my mind filled in the vocals of Haley's voice, and the "Eeeeww."

8/29/2006 04:06:00 p.m.  
Blogger Haley said...

You ain't askin', so I won't be tellin', but I will say: it wasn't his tongue. That wouldn't have been disgustingly creative enough for our Arthur.

8/29/2006 06:41:00 p.m.  
Blogger Kat O+ said...

The worst is snot rubbed into hair. At least when they eat it, it's gone. Hair you have to scrub because snot glues it together. (Is it me or is nosepicking very topical in blogland this week?

8/29/2006 08:09:00 p.m.  
Blogger Trivial Mom said...

Okay, I can't come up with any good guesses, and while I'm sure it will really gross me out and send my pregnant butt gagging away from my computer, I still kinda want to know . . .

8/30/2006 01:27:00 a.m.  
Blogger kimmyk said...

It wasn't another child was it? Or maybe he wiped it on his beans. God forbid.


9/01/2006 08:28:00 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi, delurking to say, I read your blog regularly, and thank you for helping me keep my sanity while taking care of a very defiant not-even-3-yet son. Let me share this little episode as a token of my gratitude:

Mom: Hon, please use fork or spoon to eat those grapes (which have been peeled and cut into bite-size pieces)

Son: NO
(scoops & squishes each piece before putting into mouth).

After eating all the grapes, Son walks up to Mom, offering bowl with "grape juice?".

Son: Mommy, take a sip please.

9/01/2006 10:09:00 p.m.  
Anonymous Jennifer said...

"Eeeeew" is not a good sign. But the curious George in me is dying to know - I think.

9/05/2006 02:15:00 a.m.  
Blogger Haley said...

Well Jen, you did ask...

He wiped it on the dining room table. Worse than eating it, in my mind. Other people eat off of that! Ewwww.

9/07/2006 01:18:00 p.m.  

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