When was the last time you laughed so hard, you started crying? I mean the kind of laughter that is so contagious that everyone around you just starts laughing, too? I have to share a story about my youngest son. He has the ability to make me laugh harder than I ever thought I could. I hope this story gets you giggling at least.
We were driving home from school on a Friday. It was about a 40 minute drive one-way, door step to door step. I always packed snacks for the kids because I knew they would be starving no matter what. I especially knew that my youngest son would be hungry because he is a picky eater. Actually, I cannot really say those are the right words to describe him. Let’s just say his stomach cannot handle very many things well.
As we are driving, I start asking the usual questions, “How was school today? Did anything interesting happen during class or at recess? What was your high today? What was your low?” Each child is contributing, when I finally get around to my youngest son.
“What did you have for lunch today?” I ask. That mild question was actually quite loaded because it was a Friday during Lent, and we are Catholic. Lent means no meat on Fridays. Alternatives like peanut butter sandwiches were out because of all the peanut allergies these days. That’s a real burden for my son who seems to survive off of peanut butter. Grilled cheese is out for him, too, because of a lactose intolerance. In a very casual voice he says to me, “Well, I had slop on bread.” Without missing a beat, my older child says, “Hey, that wasn’t slop, it was tuna salad, and I liked it.”
I almost veer the minivan off the road. The delivery is hysterical. I am crying now so hard that my children are worried that I’m going to wreck. All I can see in my mind’s eye is a Cafeteria Lady with a hair net scooping up a big ladle of “slop” from one of those giant commercial-sized stainless steel pots and slamming it onto a measly piece of white bread. Tears are running down my face as I try to navigate around the roundabout. All of us are laughing and I seriously cannot see where I am going. I finally pull it together as we start down the on ramp to the highway. Oh my. Slop on bread–such a delightful meal. Next time, I’ll tell you the story of my son’s noodles-in-a-bag incident!