Dinner Theater

Turning our family life into blog fodder has been kind of difficult lately. Actually, I think we are kind of boring. Or there isn’t much we feel like sharing. We’re selfish that way.

So, in lieu of a cleverly written anecdote about life at Casa de Crumley, I give you a blow by blow of last night’s dinner.

The scene: Momma at the dining room table, Fuller seated to her left in his feeding chair.

Fuller is exploring the possibility of finishing his hamburger bun. The rest of the burger patty is strewn about his plate. A puddle of ketchup is at the top of the plate.

Fuller: (smiling) Gbbbrhem

Momma: Hey Fuller! You just gonna eat the bun? What about the burger? What about the ketchup?

Momma dips the bun in the ketchup for Fuller.

Momma: Kids love ketchup! Don’t you like ketchup? Your cousin Nick likes anything covered in ketchup. Don’t you want to be like your cousin Nick? He’s cool!

Fuller tentatively tastes the ketchup-covered bun, makes a grimace and then eats the bun.

Fuller: Mmmmm!

Momma: Yeah, ketchup!

Momma holds her hand out with all five fingers pointing up.

Momma: Five!

Fuller gives her a high five.

Momma gets the bright idea to count for Fuller.

Momma: One! (shows her thumb) Two! (shows her thumb and pointer finger) Three!

As if this was his cue, Fuller dumps his plate on the floor. Ketchup flies everywhere.

The end.