October 10, 2004

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The all-year weather report is sunny today and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and...
Well, that's what it is. We're in Oceanside, and we went to our friends' church. Everyone is making a fuss over Xander's clothes and orchestra, when it's my first year. I have to pack up, we're leaving.

Kitty
(wha-hoo!)

Later:
Mmmmmmmm...
This is how supper went:
Dad: This is spicy!
Xander: Sure is.
Dad: What did you put in?
Mom: Just the sausage.
Anselm: I don't want my broccoli! (passes them around)
Dad: I read you can build hurricane-proof houses!
Me: How?
Dad: They're round.
Me: oh.
Now here is a script for a regular supper scene. The cast: Mom (40), Dad (44), Xander (13), Me, Maria (9 1/2), Talia (6), Anselm (3). The scene: An ordinary kitchen table.
Mom: I saw a house on Lawton street today.
Dad: What's it like?
Mom: It's kinda small and cramped. Nice yard though.
Me: How much?
Mom: Three thousand. (were houses seriously that cheap, oh my goodness)
Xander: Is it on a hill?
Mom: Nah
Dad: Eat your spinach, Anselm.
Anselm: No!
Dad: Yes.
Anselm: You are mean! Waaauuuuuaaahhh!
Dad: (to Mom) The little wretch!
Anselm: You are mean! (runs from the table crying)
Talia: Do you like John? (yarn doll)
Me: No.
Xander: I'm done.
Me: I'm done.
Talia: I'm done.
Dad: Okay.

Kitty