Dinner
I walked into the house after a long day of work and was immediately assaulted with questions by my youngest daughter, Mary.
"Can you help me with dinner?"
OK, um, where is everyone else?
"Mom's over at the school, helping with the Banquet decorations."
And your siblings are ...?
"Somewhere."
We rousted the siblings from "somewhere" and got dinner put together. Deb trimmed and steamed the green beans. Mary handled the rice and made up the gravy. Dad tossed the salad. James emptied the trash and swept the floor.
Adam cleared out the dishwasher so we could use it for the dinnerwear.
Mom didn't make it back home by the time dinner was ready, so we, greedy pigs that we are, ate without her.
Oink! Oink!
2 comments:
That's called pitching in when you are needed.
Great pictures, too.
Way to go, Team Meyer! :-)
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