"Mom, this is one of the best dinners yet. How do you make it look so easy all the time?"
"It’s not hard. Cooking is fun."
"I think I would love cooking if I didn’t have to go into the kitchen."
My daughter Rachel is the one at the head of the table. She looks scared and confused because she just realized she is in a kitchen.
Then there is my youngest daughter Miranda. She is incredibly funny only she doesn't know it which makes it even funnier. Just listen to this recent conversation between Miranda, Rachel and myself:
"Hey mom, my teacher sent this paper home for you to sign. It says I can take some cultural classes because I’m part Cherokee."
"Miranda is part Cherokee?"
"Yeah, she is on the Cherokee Nation rolls. She’s even got a card."
"Hey mom, I’m also part Mexican. Do I have a Mexican card, too?"
Yes, she is part Mexican however, to my knowledge, she does not have a Mexican card to prove it. Not yet anyway.
Hannah is my youngest granddaughter at three years old. She is here visiting and I couldn't be happier. One of my favorite parts of the day is having Hannah conversations like this one:
"Hannah, look at all those birds on the telephone line. How many do you think there are?"
"One…two… a lot!"
The kid is a mathematical genius. She gets that from our side.
Of course my conversations with my sisters are always memorable. They usually involve one of them trying to tell me what to do and me not doing it, mostly to annoy them. Such was the case last night when Kelly called.
"Hey, you need to call Char and thank her for sending you a photo of dad’s headstone. It hurt her feelings that you never acknowledged receiving it."
"Yeah, well it hurt my teeth having to receive it. You guys know I am still upset about him leaving me. How selfish is he anyway? I bet he didn’t even think about what this whole dying thing was gonna do to me."
"Are you crazy? What about Char and me? You think we don’t miss him too?"
"Whatever. This dead daddy thing is not working for me."
"Seriously, seek therapy. And medication. You may be certifiable."
Hey Char! Hey Kel! Did I ever mention that Dad liked me best?
Finally, there's that guy I am married to. Oh he is a real laugh riot. I especially like his jokes after the bazillionth time. They never lose their hilarity. Like the way he introduces me to people I have never met before. Like, say...his boss. Yeah, this is how he introduced us the first time.
"Brenda, I'd like you to meet my first wife, Marla."
Yuck it up, funny boy. You'll get yours...or not.