Reid and I joined Melissa’s family and Aunty Amanda for “Pancake Tuesdsay” at Melissa’s church last night. As we drove there, Reid had told me that she wasn’t eating pancakes but since she was telling me that she wasn’t doing anything I wanted in response to my insistence on walking directly to the car instead of circumnavigating the parking lot as is her preference. As we got in the buffet line, I told her she needed to hand the lady her plate in order to her share of the pancakes. “No want pancakes, Mama,” she said and walked down the table to the melons that she spied at the other end. The church lady overseeing the melons was reluctant to give Reid four pieces until I pointed to the empty plate I held. So, Reid ate melons for supper. Some Mardi Gras partier she is, eh? I, of course, had pancakes, sausage and brown beans (even the anglo, Anglican churches have beans with pancakes here). I brought myself a couple pieces of watermelon, too, but Reid apprehended them. She nabbed a couple pieces of sausage from my plate as well. I guess she was entitled.
Well, it’s reheated Aunt Karin-lasagna for supper tonight and so I’m looking forward to my evening meal. I hope you have something just as nice.