Steaming Piles Of Stuffing

The ham was on the table.  The potatoes in the bowl.  The noodles done.  The biscuits on their platters.  Daughter had done well with the dinner mostly by herself.  She just needed a little help.

All I had to do was hold the bowl while Son In Law transferred the stuffing from the pan to the bowl.  That’s it.

And I was holding the bowl.

Just not very well.

Before I knew it the bowl was upside down on the floor.   The stuffing laying on it, on the floor and all around.   Daughter turns around to find me and Son In Law (her husband) with our hands outstretched.   Our mouths open.   And steaming stuffing in piles on the floor.

Daughter:   “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Me:   “Laughing”

Son In Law:   Too Scared To Speak

Me:   “Hurry scoop it back in the bowl before anyone gets here!”

Daughter:  “You guys did not just do that!”

Me:  Laughing-“don’t tell anyone.”

Son In Law:   “I’ll eat it.”

Me:   “Me too but don’t tell the others.”

Daughter:  “Thank God I just cleaned the floor this morning.”

Me:  “Do not tell anyone else.   They don’t read my blog anyway.”

I’m pretty sure I just got out of ever having to help Daughter finish getting a meal ready at her house.