Monday, December 10, 2007
Michael, Boy Wonder
Our society revolves around food, so it seems. A gal has a baby and people bring over food. A loved one passes and often times there is someone to coordinate meals for the grieving family. Every holiday has special food associated with it. Families get together for various occasions and eat. And if you've ever been around any kind of church or faith based function, there is always food around. And lots of it. These are traditions that I appreciate and enjoy just as much as the next person -- or maybe more. Hmmmm . . . Let's not go there after all.
So, it should not surprise me when food terms crop up in the most unexpected places. The Jubilant household is certainly not immune to this phenomenon. Take yesterday, for example:
Michael decided that a sword fight was in order. He and Mark broke out the plastic weapons and the pirate fighting commenced. There were many "Shiver me timbers" and "Ahoy mateys." There was a lot of jumping onto and off of furniture. And one curious exclamation from Michael that made me stop in my laundry folding tracks: "Holy Dorrito, Batman!"
My son -- Michael, the food-boy wonder!