We are a family that loves to laugh. And we make each other laugh on a regular basis, whether we mean to or not. We speak fluently in movie quotes, and crack each other up without even really trying. My favorite times are hanging out in the kitchen with my two girls, fixing dinner (or making pancakes on Saturday morning, etc.) and laughing with them. I marvel at their sense of humor – I was never that hip or funny when I was their age!
And since there is an 11 year age difference between them, I have worried that they may not “click” as sisters. My sister and I have a 10 year age difference, and we are the best of friends. I hope it will be that way with my daughters as well.
They seem to be on the right track, though.
For example: the other day my oldest, who just graduated from college and has moved back close to home, was hanging out with my youngest, who will be starting 5th grade in less than a month. Hearing them talk together, and my youngest asking her big sister for advice, was great fun to overhear. The topic became “How To Successfully Navigate 5th Grade.” Oldest Daughter’s stellar advice?
- Be nice.
- Take showers.
Life is harder on 5th graders that don’t shower regularly. 🙂
A couple nights ago was Youngest Daughter’s night to be in charge of dinner. We just started this recently, and she is still getting the hang of it. Or so I thought.
When I walked in the door after getting home from work, and working outside in our garden for a short while, I was told to go hang out in my room – so as not to spoil the surprise. I dutifully did just that, folding a load of clean clothes that had been left on the bed while I waited. Not long after that, I was summoned to the dining room. It was just the two of us that evening for dinner. We very rarely EVER eat in the dining room any more, which is a shame because that room boasts a beautiful dining room table and hutch that belonged to my Great Uncle Raymond.
Youngest Daughter (she is 10) had set a place for me at the head of the table. Placemat, silverware (lots of silverware), dinner plate, wine goblet, etc. Place card, even. Handwritten menu on the table. Candles on the table. Classical music playing on the CD player in the kitchen. The works.
She was my server, complete with a pad of paper and a pen to take my order, and had made herself a nametag as well. I ordered the “House Special” –
- pasta (leftover from the fridge and rewarmed with fresh Parmesan cheese sprinkled on top),
- Crème de Chocolate (vanilla yogurt with crushed Oreos sprinkled on top), and
- pink wine (strawberry soda.)
All in all, a fantastic meal. Simply because I didn’t have to cook it! 🙂
And a gentle reminder that I need to go to the grocery store.