Thursday, November 22, 2007

A Thanksgiving Tradition

Somehow, I thought this year might be different. No Granny Moo Moo. No visitors at all. Just the four of us for a nice, peaceful Thanksgiving dinner.

We sat down to dinner, and as people were beginning to eat, I started to deliver my prepared speech on the meaning of Thanksgiving, as that is my job as the patriarch of the fambly. I had just gotten through thanking The Mrs. for "slaving away in the kitchen all day", and she had just finished interrupting me to assert, "two days!" when MaxieC ripped a big one.

I made a pithy comment about how MaxieC was also giving thanks in his own special way, and then I continued. However, I was having a hard time being heard, as MaxieC had started yelling, "Diarrhea! Diarrhea!"

The Mrs. got up to check. Yup. Diarrhea.

5 comments:

Rhonda said...

uh oh...
sounds like pure family fun.

I was just saying to Mark on our walk tonight after everyone left...
how it's nice and all but why can't it be more like Norman Rockwell?
hmmm-guess that's life.

Your family is just awesome.

Manly Lesbian said...

Hehe - Max has progressed from peeing his pants out of his butt to having diarrhea. Now you have to explain Hershey Squirts to him.

Branko said...

that just made me laugh outloud. Thanks Brian. Next time you're in town, I'll tell you about my wife being called into preschool; it was an emergency. The teacher her and told her she'd have to clean the walls of the bathroom ... it took her ~45 minutes to clean up the boy, the closed, and the bathroom.

ellie said...

that is a thanksgiving tradition. fortunately, we escaped that one this year. . .

RIO said...

Good lord. No more food for MaxieC. Ever!