Unexplained Food Mysteries

Last night during dinner, Georgia dropped one of her tomatoes on the ground by accident.  When it happened she looked over at me not sure what to do and I said,


"Go on, get down and pick it up."


She climbed out of her booster seat, disappeared underneath the table for 30 seconds, then climbed back up into her seat.  After settling herself, she looked around her plate and said,


"Weaw my tomato go?"


"Isn't it on your place mat?" I asked.


She looked around, picked up her napkin.  Nothing.  We looked under her chair, I made her stand up at her seat, to look under her.  Still nothing.  


"Georgia, where did it go?  Did you eat it?"  I asked.


"NO!" She insisted, and I believed her.  Then she shrugged her shoulders and said to me,


"It must have wawked away."


"It did not walk away," I told her.  "What did you do with it?" I still wasn't positive that she didn't have it hidden somewhere.  Although that didn't make much sense, because she loves tomatoes and wanted one to replace the missing one.  


Then she said again, "It must have just wawked away!"


"Fine, Georgia, it walked away.  Finish your food," I told her.  


I let it go figuring I'd find it when I cleaned up later.  Turns out I didn't.  I honestly have no idea what the hell happened to it.  Now all I have is a picture in my head of a cherry tomato, with little feet, hightailing for my back door.  So maybe she was right and it did just "wawk" away.  Or maybe I will find a decomposed cherry tomato underneath my washing machine years from now.  

Twenty Questions

Last night, after dinner, I was making homemade ice cream sundaes for everyone.  The girls were anxious to get their ice cream.  They were having a hard time sitting still, so Andy started to play a little game with them to keep them occupied for five minutes.  Because you know, when you're a kid, waiting five minutes for ice cream might as well be five months.  So he started to ask them questions like:


"Who here has curly hair?"  Georgia and Lana raised their hands.


"Who here has blue eyes?" All the girls raised their hands.


"Who here is a smart girl?" Again, they all raised their hands.  Andy and I were proud of the fact that they all think of themselves as smart, so point for us there.


"Who here has straight hair?" Sonya raised her hand.


It went on like this for a minute or so, then he decided to ask a silly question like this one:


"Who here has stinky farts?" I look over to see Lana with both hands in her lap, Sonya with her hand raised high in the air and Georgia pointing a finger over at Sonya sitting next to her.


I think I laughed so hard I might have let one slip myself, and probably should have had my own hand in the air.

Dinnertime Fun

We don't get to have dinner together as a family every night, like most families do.  Unfortunately, Andy's work schedule means he gets home right before or right after the girls go to bed, so dinner is long since over.  Therefore on the weekends, we try to sit down and have as many meals as possible together  as a family.  The dinners have become more pleasant as the girls have gotten older and less of a pain to feed.  They have also become more entertaining because Andy likes to joke around a lot, and they love it.  We end up having a pretty good time most meals.  It makes me sad that we don't get to do it all the time, but I guess I'll be grateful for what we do have.  


This past weekend, on Saturday night, we were sitting around the dinner table, toward the end of our meal. Andy was joking with the girls and we were all laughing.  He got up to refill his drink, and Georgia decided to continue the antics.  She turned around in her seat, her back facing me.  Then I heard her say,


"I can't bweath!"


I got nervous for a minute thinking she was having a hard time breathing for some reason.  I thought maybe it was the way she was turned and perhaps she was pushed up too close to the table.  


"Georgia, baby, turn around and relax for a minute."  Then I pushed her back from the table a bit to help her get her breath back.  When she turned around toward me I saw the reason she could't breath and she said to me again,


"I can't bweath!" She said  as she was holding her nose closed with her fingers.  


Huh. Perhaps we don't need a college savings account for that one.