Last night my four little nuts and I were eating our dinner. I said, “Guys, after you go to bed tonight…”
Peanut-butter interrupts rolling her eyes with a little grin on her face, “I know, I know. You are going to go out.”
“I know where she is going! She is going to see papa bowling!” Peanut-man declared triumphantly.
“Nu-uh! You don’t know!” Peanut-butter stated trying to get the upper hand.
Peanut, ever the peacemaker, raised her voice above the din of the argument brewing across the table, “There is a way we can know! In the morning we can go into mama and papa’s room. If there is a trophy there that means that papa was bowling!”
Cheers of approval from both sides of the table revealed their enthusiasm as to the validity and rightness of this plan to verify mama and papa’s extracurricular activities. The unanimous observation was completely founded on logic (in their heart): If papa is indeed bowling then a trophy will be the sure proof of this activity.
In conclusion: Papa bowling = a trophy won.
All in their jammies this morning my little nuts gathered around the gleaming white trophy in the shape of a bowling pin. The comments were varied.
“You got another one?” Peanut-butter clarified.
“How many of those do you have now?” Peanut asked with proud grin on her face.
“Is this one bigger than the last one?” Peanut-man implored with eyes wide inspecting the first-place, city-wide championship prize.
Nutmeg just watched and listened, contented to be in the middle of the mix as his papa showed the trophy to his ever adoring and most faithful fans. Someday they might actually get to see him win one of those things; when the championship is not held past their bed-time.
Peanut-butter interrupts rolling her eyes with a little grin on her face, “I know, I know. You are going to go out.”
“I know where she is going! She is going to see papa bowling!” Peanut-man declared triumphantly.
“Nu-uh! You don’t know!” Peanut-butter stated trying to get the upper hand.
Peanut, ever the peacemaker, raised her voice above the din of the argument brewing across the table, “There is a way we can know! In the morning we can go into mama and papa’s room. If there is a trophy there that means that papa was bowling!”
Cheers of approval from both sides of the table revealed their enthusiasm as to the validity and rightness of this plan to verify mama and papa’s extracurricular activities. The unanimous observation was completely founded on logic (in their heart): If papa is indeed bowling then a trophy will be the sure proof of this activity.
In conclusion: Papa bowling = a trophy won.
All in their jammies this morning my little nuts gathered around the gleaming white trophy in the shape of a bowling pin. The comments were varied.
“You got another one?” Peanut-butter clarified.
“How many of those do you have now?” Peanut asked with proud grin on her face.
“Is this one bigger than the last one?” Peanut-man implored with eyes wide inspecting the first-place, city-wide championship prize.
Nutmeg just watched and listened, contented to be in the middle of the mix as his papa showed the trophy to his ever adoring and most faithful fans. Someday they might actually get to see him win one of those things; when the championship is not held past their bed-time.
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2 comments:
Congratulations Papa Peanut! You are such a winner! Way to go!
Great story Peanut Mama. Thanks for sharing.
Love to all of the little peanuts.
That's a fun story, makes you stop and think to figure out who is which peanut-person.
p.s. I love the holiday look to the page, good job Angie!
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