Yummy. Sunday dinner at Gram's house. As a child, I always looked forward to getting dressed in the Sunday best and heading over to Gram and Grandpa's across town. We would have the same exact "dinner" (12:30 lunch actually) every Sunday: roast beef, award winning gravy, garlic potatoes, Gram's famous green beans, garlic bread, salad, chickpeas in her famous dressing, and black olives. For "dessert": artichokes. I reminisce about this meal because Jackson proved again that he was of my blood this evening.
Jack was eating his pasta shells and just gently laid his spoon by his plate. He reached into the pile of macaroni, carefully placed a shell on the tip of his thumb, and proceeded to make miniature thumb hats with great delight. He'd pop them right into his mouth and assemble another, laughing all the while. It doesn't take much to get him belly laughing these days. Just like myself, I use to take those black olives at Gram's house and cap every finger with one before devouring them all in a laughing fit. Actually, I was a bit older than Jackson . . . hmmm . . . that's embarrassing, because I was probably close to 12 and still doing it for attention, but anyway. It doesn't take much to make the monkey belly laugh these days, and he had us cracking up through dinner. What a great way to end the day.
4 comments:
That's awesome. Both memories are just great!
Nothing like laughter to end a work day, huh? :)
At Sunday dinner at MY grandmas house we kids were not allowed to talk AND we were not allowed a drink of our milk (choke choke) until our plate was cleaned!
Hold the phone here Great Grammy - you are SO hip!! You know how to leave comments on blogs?? Lord, if I can only be half as into technology when I am a great gram . . . You are quite an amazing lady.
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