Tucked up in bed with my laptop after taking the majority of my offspring over to my mom's. She said here last night at dinner that the kids always visit with her a day or two after Thanksgiving, but our memories are so sorry, none of us could remember. Well, considering that my mom's 81 and we're trying to cherish her more, we'll do whatever makes her happy. So, they're there and I'm here!
Glad that oldest son is home now as well. You hear all the time about the folks who want to shop in the middle of the night after Thanksgiving, and he's one of those who has to man the store while folks do just that. He had to be at work at 3am, and worked until noon today. Came home hungry, hankering for the piece of chocolate chess pie he'd not eaten last night. Sadly, the least one found it in fridge, asked me about it, and since I was clueless, she ate it. Oops. Not the first time that's happened.
And she said the funniest thing the other day. We were talking about a poem youngest son had read for school, and elk were the main topic of it. The younger ones got to wondering what elk looked like and I brought up deer, following up with telling them that we'd had elk meat before.
The least one misunderstood and said, "When did we have elf meat?" All said with a shocked look on her face.
Not much more I can add to that, is there?
