Porcupine Anyone?

One of the things that I enjoyed most as a mother is all those cute little things you hear your children say. Some of those seem to stick with families and become words, phrases or jokes that last a lifetime. My family is no different - - - -we still have ginkies (blankets), paint piggy wingers (toes) and have bossgetti (spaghetti) for dinner. What’s been more fun . . is that as time has gone on . . and my children all now adults - - these things continue.

As they get older and older it is no longer the single little words but the phrases or comments - - -For example, I remember Brad asking as we went into church on Good Friday - - -“Why is everyone wearing black? Did someone die?”

Well last night it happened again! Kevin had called and asked if he could stop by on his way home for dinner. Of course there’s always room for a child no matter what their age at the dinner table! When I asked him what he wanted, he said that he didn’t care but would be hungry after working all day. Tina had given me a pressure cooker for my birthday - - -and I so remember with nostalgia the porcupine meatballs made during my own childhood by my mother and grandmother. Seems I just can’t get enuf of them and with everything already on hand I decided they would fit the bill. (bet you already see where this is going, don’t cha?)

About 4pm the phone rang. It was Kevin and he was checking in to see about dinner -- (yes for those of you who may recall, Kevin’s first words as a baby were not the usual Mama or Dada . . .but EAT, EAT, EAT – obviously some things don’t change) He said he would be over about 6:30 and wanted to know what we were having for dinner. I proudly announced that I was making Procupine Meatballs. There was absolute dead silence on the phone. After an awkward pause he quietly asked . .. What kinda meat are we having? And I could hear the fear and apprehension in his voice. I couldn’t help it . . I started laughing and telling him that Nineandahalf had rustled us up some grub and killed himself a porkypine for our supper. I then told him . .. hamburger, silly! We both started laughing!
Kevin (or Pool Boy as I affectionately call him - - -a whole nuther story about one of his lessons in life - -but then he is quite cute too) will never be able to live this down, that is for sure! And of course the one that takes teasing in stride the easiest too! Thanks for the good natured laughs, Pool Boy! You helped make a memory!