Kid 3 had to write a poem for school this week entitled "Christmas is..." One line of her poem was Christmas is...grilled cheese and Roadkill. She thought it was extremely funny. I cringed. It sounds really bad, but really it's not! I promise!
The grilled cheese came about from a Christmas a few years ago. Our extended family was far away and our friends had other plans, so it was just us. I had purchased all the fixings for a nice Christmas dinner, but after we had opened presents, we decided to go for a hike along the river at the county park. We hiked longer than planned and by the time we got home, it was late. Everyone was hungry and no one wanted to wait for me to prepare the big meal. Grilled cheese and hot tomato soup was a speedy and tasty solution after being out in the cold all afternoon. We had our fancy dinner the day after Christmas.
Roadkill, if you recall, is what the kids named the hen we found in the middle of town last week. Kid 3 decided that getting a new chicken in December was kind of like getting an early Christmas present, so she felt justified including Roadkill in her poem.
I really hope the teacher does not hang up these poems in the hallway. I may need to attach a large disclaimer to it if he does.
Roadkill is still with us, btw. A guy called on Sunday to claim her and was starting to leave his number on the answering machine when Kid 4 picked up the phone and gave it to Stable Boy, who asked the guy to call back in a half hour.
Me: Why didn't you get his phone number?
Stable Boy (exasperatedly): I was standing dripping wet in the shower.
Me: Oh.
The guy hasn't called back since.
The grilled cheese came about from a Christmas a few years ago. Our extended family was far away and our friends had other plans, so it was just us. I had purchased all the fixings for a nice Christmas dinner, but after we had opened presents, we decided to go for a hike along the river at the county park. We hiked longer than planned and by the time we got home, it was late. Everyone was hungry and no one wanted to wait for me to prepare the big meal. Grilled cheese and hot tomato soup was a speedy and tasty solution after being out in the cold all afternoon. We had our fancy dinner the day after Christmas.
Roadkill, if you recall, is what the kids named the hen we found in the middle of town last week. Kid 3 decided that getting a new chicken in December was kind of like getting an early Christmas present, so she felt justified including Roadkill in her poem.
I really hope the teacher does not hang up these poems in the hallway. I may need to attach a large disclaimer to it if he does.
Roadkill is still with us, btw. A guy called on Sunday to claim her and was starting to leave his number on the answering machine when Kid 4 picked up the phone and gave it to Stable Boy, who asked the guy to call back in a half hour.
Me: Why didn't you get his phone number?
Stable Boy (exasperatedly): I was standing dripping wet in the shower.
Me: Oh.
The guy hasn't called back since.
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