Conversation overheard at the dinner table…
Posted by danleone on November 4th, 2007 filed in Baby Goats, funnyFirst order of business, do not under any circumstance assume that the 5 of us were sitting at the dining room table chit-chatting about the day and wiping our faces with linen napkins and saying such nonsense as “could you please pass me more green beans daddy. I can’t get enough of them!” and “May I be excused? I have homework to complete.”
Nope. But let me paint the background here for you:
Marc and Nicole are at the kitchen table while Michael is eating pasta with butter at the computer in his room…with his fingers.
Marc and Nicole, realizing that Restaurant Leone is open for business, has the adults running around fetching food. One wants water in a glass cup (“a big boy glass”) while the other wants milk in a sippy cup….”NO, not that sippy cup! The other one!” One wants quesadillas while the other is speaking in tongues and we haven’t deciphered which item off the extensive Restaurant Leone menu she really wants:
Restaurant Leone Menu
Appetizers
Halloween Candy
Breakfast
Cinnamon bread with butter but NOT toasted
Raisin Bran
Halloween Candy
Hot oatmeal with cinnamon or honey “BUT NOT BOTH DADDY!”
Lunch
Peanut Butter and Jelly
Nothing
Halloween Candy
Dinner
Quesadillas
“Ants on a log”
Halloween Candy
Plain spaghetti
Plain macaroni
Plain egg noodles
3 minute mac and cheese
A single green bean “in between bites”
Desert
You guessed it, Halloween Candy
But I am pretty sure that is not why I started this post. It was because I heard this conversation today between my 6 year old and 4 year old ( understand that my 4 year old daughter is just now beginning to understand the power of words ):
Nicole: Daddy, I HATE Mexico.
Daddy (taking head out of fridge): What did you say CoCo?[ it was more like: Crap, can you just stop saying my name for 10 seconds?!]
Nicole: I HATE Mexico. It is stupid.
Daddy: Why would say that love muffin? [it was more like: Holy shit, you better not say that out in public or I will tell everyone that you were raised by wolves!]
Nicole: I HATE Mexico. Because they have that stupid dance with the hats. That’s stupid. That’s doodie. That’s stinky. That’s poopie. That’s yucky. That’s just stupid.
Daddy: Well, Sweet Pea, I think Mexico is a beautiful place. Maybe one day, we can go there for a family vacation. [it was more like: Get away from the table, Devil Child. Were you raised in a trough?! It is because of you kids that we will never be able to go on vacation ever again!]
Marc (the diplomat): Nicole, Nicole, don’t worry about it. Mexico is in Africa and we will NEVER go to Africa!
What the hell just happened?
***WIFE DEMANDED A DISCLAIMER*** Our Baby Goats are not nationalistic racists. Nicole was commenting on a segment on Barney which has started hating about Mexico. Marc’s comment about Africa was a comment that we never take a vacation. The goats are in fact creative, wonderful, respectful and loving children. Furthermore, we love our children…despite the crap that Dan says about them.










November 4th, 2007 at 12:57 pm
Wow… minus the pasta and Halloween candy, your menu sounds a lot like ours. Fortunately, my kid doesn’t really talk yet, unless you count the constant hammering of my brain with, “Mamamamamamamamamamama”.
November 4th, 2007 at 5:20 pm
Wait… are you insinuating that there are actually people who use the dining room table for DINING? Isn’t that what the family room is for? (And I must add this little item… as I was typing this, my 14 year old came in the room with a bag of potato chips and stopped suddenly, saying, “Can you cut me an apple so I can have that instead of chips?” Can someone tell me what just happened? Whose kid was that?) Oh, and by the way… I can actually do the Mexican Hat Dance. I know. Wow.
November 4th, 2007 at 9:00 pm
Crap – I just started reading your blog a few days ago and it just freakin’ kills me, in a good way. I barely feel worthy of commenting. You put together some great stuff. Thanks.
November 5th, 2007 at 12:27 am
Hi Deb – It is the the “white” food syndrome.
Hi Terri – I will pay to see your Mexican Hat Dance!
Welcome Chuck – Thank you so much for the nice comment, but truth be told, I have been poking around your site and love what you have to say. Expect to see me lurking and working up the courage to comment!
Have fun everyone!
Dan
November 5th, 2007 at 8:06 am
As a newish stepmother, I struggle with the idea that the kids can’t eat what we eat, and also can rarely eat the same thing as each other. And they are both 9. I can’t imagine having to appease 3 different ages. I come from people who make their kids eat grown up food or be hungry, and I’m still adjusting.
Of course they are well rounded non country hating people. However, the other stories can make for more interesting blog fodder.
November 5th, 2007 at 8:13 am
Love the menu – that’s what I eat when the kids aren’t looking!
When I was four I wanted to grow up to be Chinese. I saw a Chinese woman at the grocery store and started yelling, “Look, Mommy, look! A Chinese!” My mother was mortified because she was sure the woman thought I was racist. She didn’t think the woman would believe my motivation behind my excited cries. Hey! My parents told me I could be ANYTHING when I grew up!
November 5th, 2007 at 10:41 pm
Have you heard the song “Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist?” It’s true! I wouldn’t worry about it too much just yet. There’s still plenty of time for them to discover what’s so terrible about the French. Then they’ll forget all about this hating Mexico thing!
November 7th, 2007 at 9:25 pm
I think at this point, I am so tired of doing dishes, I am about to tell them to go and eat the Halloween candy!