Tuesday, July 28, 2009

wet and windy

I was just thinking today about how at a dinner table of the past, I'd nonchalantly and stealthily lower my right hand beneath the table, just like I was scolded not to do, and I'd feel that hot breath, detect a burst of a canine gourmet's sniff, and the ticklish slobbery mouth on my palm accepting the offer of those horrid Lima beans.

2 Comments:

Blogger willow said...

I didn't have a dog, so I would hide the dreaded broccoli in the side of my mouth and deposit it in the trash. I'm sure I looked like a little chipmunk.

My kids sneaked their stuff to Ralphy and Beau under the table, though. I pretended not to notice.

7/28/2009 11:44 PM  
Blogger Blog Princess G said...

Wonderful Muffin... I love hearing about her. :)

8/02/2009 10:12 PM  

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