Thursday, March 29, 2012

Dinner Theater at My House

I know...another double post day. But this one had to be documented right away. And I know someone needs a good laugh tonight.

On St. Patrick's Day we had the fun of going to a potluck at a neighbor's house. I didn't cook corned beef and cabbage because I assumed it would be part of the party fare. Wrong! There was a lot of really awesome food, but no corned beef. I was very disappointed because I love corned beef and cabbage, and I only cook it once a year.

Tonight we made up for the disappointment and had corned beef and cabbage for dinner. Cabbage that has been cooked in the pot with the corned beef all day is one of my favorite things. Happily for me, I am the only member of my family who likes cooked cabbage. The rest of the family enjoyed slabs of raw cabbage, which I detest. It was the cabbage that started the debate.

Here is what Pepper--age 5 1/2--said, as best as I can remember it. His words are in red, mine are in blue.

We must be eating cabbage because Easter is almost here!

I wondered what kind of connection his little mind was making, so I questioned him.
What does cabbage have to do with Easter?

We must be eating cabbage so we are prepared for the bunny.


Our family has never followed the Easter Bunny tradition, so it didn't occur to me that he was talking about the Easter Bunny. I know...I'm a little thick.

You know, the Easter Bunny. We are preparing for the Easter Bunny because cabbage is his favorite food.


I never knew that the Easter Bunny liked cabbage! 

In Pepper's mind, it is a well-known fact. I decided it would be fun to throw him off a bit.

I never understood the idea of the Easter Bunny. Bunnies can't lay eggs! Shouldn't it be the Easter Chicken instead of the Easter Bunny that hides Easter Eggs?


No, it's definitely a bunny, but the bunny doesn't hide the Easter eggs.


Well I still don't understand. Please explain this to me. 


You see, the Easter Bunny is really a human in a bunny suit. It's a fuzzy, gray, bunny suit with a hidden zipper. He lays plastic eggs and then paints them beautiful colors.


So the Easter Bunny isn't a real bunny? He's just a human in a costume?


Yup. He makes the eggs and puts them in the store for parents to buy for their children. When he is finished laying the Easter eggs, he takes off his bunny suit and sneaks back out to live with the other humans again. If you catch him, you can tell because he has very red cheeks and he is sneaking. 


What happens if you catch him?


He gives you an Easter egg, of course! Actually, he'll give you a giant, golden Easter egg.


I love that kid! He cracks me up!


Also overheard tonight while the kids were cleaning the kitchen...
Pepper's words are in red, Snapper's are in green. Snapper is 9 1/2, by the way.


When I'm an adult, I will eat whatever I want.

He had clearly not enjoyed the corned beef and cabbage.

Enjoy being young, Buddy, while you have the chance. You only get to be young once. Before you know it you'll be almost an adult, like me! 


You are NOT an adult, Sissy.


I know, but I almost am. 


I almost am, too! 


No you're not, you're still very young. 


I am NOT very young! I am growing way more faster than you. 


That's beside the point. Just make sure you treasure your childhood, because before you know it you'll be an adult and you will wish you were a little kid again, all carefree and without responsibility. Trust me...I know. 


Here I sit at the computer stuffing my fist in my mouth to keep from laughing my guts out!

Ad gummit, Sissy! You're just a kid just like me!


I love my kids!

4 comments:

Karon said...

Oh the conversations at your house! They have provided me with so much laughter! LOL

Love those kids...

Smarshie said...

Haha! I love it! Pepper's explanation of the Easter Bunny makes perfect sense to me.

TimandJulie4India said...

Thanks for posting these, Em! I can just imagine all of the facial expressions that go along with the conversation=) Hugs to Whit and Jackson! Love you!

Laura said...

Too cute! Thanks for sharing.