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It was bad, Uncle Mike
Mar. 18th, 2003 09:06 amA couple of the nieces stayed with us over the weekend. The oldest one is "growing up" and my wife is guiding her through this. The little one (2 1/2 years old) came along for the ride. It was her first time to spend the night here. We have a whole bunch of young nieces and nephews, and it is a rite of passage for them to stay at our house. Sometimes there are half a dozen or more, but this weekend just the two.
Saturday morning we took them out to breakfast at Denny's. The little one wanted pancakes, so we ordered her the "baby slam". It came with a sausage link, which she devoured, along with a pancake and a scrambled egg. She washed it all down with OJ. After she finished her plate, she started eying my wife's.
She is a child of few words, and only says what is absolutely necessary. Most of the time she just stares at you, or ignores you completely. It was only recently that I even discovered that she could talk at all. Her first words to me were "baby pumpkin", and she hasn't said much since. Anyway, she's looking at my wife's plate and says, "Auntie, sausage?", indicating she wanted the sausage. My wife gave it to her and she finished it. Pretty soon she's surveying my plate, and focuses in on my sausage. I wanted my sausage, and was reluctant to part with it. In a protective gesture, I offered her a slice of bacon instead. Silently she shook her head "no", and spoke, " sausage, uncle". I gave it up.
We all watched her eat the third sausage. I thought to myself, "how many sausages can this kid eat?" She sat there contemplating the tail end of the sausage speared on her fork. She reminded me of a mystic. "Maybe she's full", I said. Her mouth opened. Was she really going to finish it? Time stood still. Suddenly, she threw up all over my wife.
My older niece looks at me and says, "She's not full, she's overflowing!" We both start to laugh, as my wife deals with a lapfull of breakfast. The little one just sits there, with an inscrutable expression on her face. I can't resist. I ask her, sausage, Julie?" Slowly, she shakes her head "no".
We get her (and my wife) cleaned up, and pay the bill. We get in the car and I turn and ask the little one, "Julie, how was breakfast?" She replies in the longest sentence I have ever heard her speak, "It was bad, Uncle Mike".
Saturday morning we took them out to breakfast at Denny's. The little one wanted pancakes, so we ordered her the "baby slam". It came with a sausage link, which she devoured, along with a pancake and a scrambled egg. She washed it all down with OJ. After she finished her plate, she started eying my wife's.
She is a child of few words, and only says what is absolutely necessary. Most of the time she just stares at you, or ignores you completely. It was only recently that I even discovered that she could talk at all. Her first words to me were "baby pumpkin", and she hasn't said much since. Anyway, she's looking at my wife's plate and says, "Auntie, sausage?", indicating she wanted the sausage. My wife gave it to her and she finished it. Pretty soon she's surveying my plate, and focuses in on my sausage. I wanted my sausage, and was reluctant to part with it. In a protective gesture, I offered her a slice of bacon instead. Silently she shook her head "no", and spoke, " sausage, uncle". I gave it up.
We all watched her eat the third sausage. I thought to myself, "how many sausages can this kid eat?" She sat there contemplating the tail end of the sausage speared on her fork. She reminded me of a mystic. "Maybe she's full", I said. Her mouth opened. Was she really going to finish it? Time stood still. Suddenly, she threw up all over my wife.
My older niece looks at me and says, "She's not full, she's overflowing!" We both start to laugh, as my wife deals with a lapfull of breakfast. The little one just sits there, with an inscrutable expression on her face. I can't resist. I ask her, sausage, Julie?" Slowly, she shakes her head "no".
We get her (and my wife) cleaned up, and pay the bill. We get in the car and I turn and ask the little one, "Julie, how was breakfast?" She replies in the longest sentence I have ever heard her speak, "It was bad, Uncle Mike".
