October 4, 2010
Breakfast for Dinner
House guests bring out the best in my children. They also make them hungry.
My husband's parents are visiting from California this week. Upon arriving home from the airport, the grandparents were greeted at the door by a pack of hungry wolves with atrocious manners.
"When are we going out to eat?" they asked, licking their lips. It was 10:30 at night.
We had to pry the wolves off their prey.
The next morning, I woke up to find all three of my older children curled up next to their grandparents in bed. The senior citizens were sleeping. The seven year-olds were telling their relatives how much they loved them.
"Do you know what I really like to eat for breakfast?" Kellen whispered. "McDonald's hotcakes!"
At 10:30am, someone under the age of eight suggested that we spend the afternoon at an all-you-can-eat pizza buffet.
"Don't you ever feed them?" my father-in-law asked me and my husband.
"Not exclusively junk food," my husband replied.
"Let's have doughnuts!" said my daughter when my father-in-law asked what she would like to have for dinner.
As I write, dreams are coming true.
Do you see why no one at my house likes me?