Re: [AlwaysLearning] the mil from hell?
zenmomma *
>>The story about her serving tongue when you came over for dinner prettyOh, do tell!
>>much convinced me!>>
~Mary
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In a message dated 12/27/01 5:43:24 AM, zenmomma@... writes:
<< >>The story about her serving tongue when you came over for dinner pretty
dinner just about on the table, and it was beef tongue. She said "I bet
Keith misses having tongue." I didn't say "I bet he does NOT."
I said as neutrally and politely as I could that I wasn't going to eat any
and she said with a kind of laugh in her voice (which she has at the very
worst times) "Yes you will."
I didn't.
One time she had a little raisin dessert in a very small bowl, a little like
bread pudding, but mostly raisins. Maybe oatmeal base. And very small
helpings.
Marty, who was three or four, didn't like one of vegetables, or whatever.
She told him if he didn't eat it he couldn't have dessert. I looked at him
and saw his face (we never do dessert, but she was depriving him as a
punishment, he knew that much), and I said "Marty, you can have mine!" all
happy. Then Marty was happy. I didn't even glance at the grandma, at my
left, who was probably not happy, but hey--I had earned MY dessert, and could
do with it as I wished with my OWN child, and the worst she could have done
would have been to tell us to go home. That would have been better than
dessert.
Sandra
<< >>The story about her serving tongue when you came over for dinner pretty
>>much convinced me!>>Oh, do tell!
>>It was just our family going to eat, and after a four hour drive she had
dinner just about on the table, and it was beef tongue. She said "I bet
Keith misses having tongue." I didn't say "I bet he does NOT."
I said as neutrally and politely as I could that I wasn't going to eat any
and she said with a kind of laugh in her voice (which she has at the very
worst times) "Yes you will."
I didn't.
One time she had a little raisin dessert in a very small bowl, a little like
bread pudding, but mostly raisins. Maybe oatmeal base. And very small
helpings.
Marty, who was three or four, didn't like one of vegetables, or whatever.
She told him if he didn't eat it he couldn't have dessert. I looked at him
and saw his face (we never do dessert, but she was depriving him as a
punishment, he knew that much), and I said "Marty, you can have mine!" all
happy. Then Marty was happy. I didn't even glance at the grandma, at my
left, who was probably not happy, but hey--I had earned MY dessert, and could
do with it as I wished with my OWN child, and the worst she could have done
would have been to tell us to go home. That would have been better than
dessert.
Sandra