last breakfast with the golden child
I haven’t mentioned this before — basically because we’re pretty bummed over the whole situation — but The Golden Child (accompanied by The Brother-And-Sister-In-Laws and the Large Ball of Fluff) moved back to Newfoundland this past weekend. The Brother-In-Law was recently promoted to a new position just around the corner from the end of the freaking world, and thus, they moved.
So. No more family dinners. No more baby-sitting. No more meat-crazed BBQs. No more easy access to somebody that actually knows how to fix things around the house. No more utilisation of my vast comedy skills.
It’s sad.
Saturday morning, we went for one more breakfast at the Steak & Stein before they hit the road. They were wiped out from the week of packing and cleaning and the little guy was probably the most tired of all. For a little while, he was his usual self. His favourite thing to do when out at breakfast is to accept a steady stream of little creamers of milk and shoot them like they were tiny glasses of the finest tequila and he was on the world’s hardest bender. He then tosses the empty creamer over his shoulder and looks for the next one. He started out good, shooting back about 5 creamers and littering the floor behind us, but then he sort of lost interest. He was getting tired.
Then breakfast came and everyone started to dig in. His meal consisted of little bits from everyone else — a spattering of scrambled eggs, jam packets, pancake hunks, some playdough (I could be mistaken about that), toast, and, of course, a whole mess of little chunks of sausage. The little trooper he was, he was working his way through it all, fighting off the yawns.
However, we finally realised he had moved into a mystical realm of hyper-exhaustion when we looked over at him, yawning mightily, and rubbing his eyes… with a sausage.
He then looked at us with incomprehension, his bleary eyes positively glistening with grease, as we laughed at him.
And then he rubbed them again.
With a sausage. Again.
I’m gonna miss that little guy.
(Oh. Right. The others too. Can’t forget them. Yup. Whole lot ‘o’ missing going on.)
June 23rd, 2006 at 10:52 am
Sounds like a wonderful breakfast. Did anyone smell the creamers to make sure he wasn’t shooting soured coffee whitener? That still will get you stoned quicker than contraband sudafed, you know.
Kinda sucks when family moves away, eh? You can come amuse yourself with our children when we move into the MMansion. (Yes, there are two Ms.)
Bring your own sausage.
June 23rd, 2006 at 12:49 pm
Oh, God, you just reminded me of what my niece, Alyssa, did one day in a pizza shop.
She was perhaps four years old at the time. MY WIFE and I had ordered a pepperoni pizza for the three of us. After we had each eaten a slice or two, Alyssa took another slice onto her plate. She then removed two of the pepperoni slices and put one on each eye.
There she sat, grease running down her face, with a huge smile. It was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen in my life.
June 23rd, 2006 at 1:27 pm
That’s HILARIOUS!
June 24th, 2006 at 10:32 pm
Ok…I have nothing funny to say.
BUT on the other hand I totally feel your pain. i have sweet l’il nieces in Truro that i haven’t seen since Christams because we did the crazy thing of moving to Quebec last June. ugh…I miss the goofy crazy stuff they do. on the other hand I have two little boys so I get pLENTY of goofy crazy stuuf happening here too.
But its not the same……*sigh*
June 25th, 2006 at 12:15 am
That was funny! And what a cute kid even with a rib bone in his mouth..LOL
June 26th, 2006 at 8:17 am
Alison: *sigh* indeed.
Sassy: The fact that there is a whole rib bone *series* of photos is even better… for those that get to see the whole series.
June 26th, 2006 at 1:56 pm
Im sorry you’ll be missing your family… its always hard when the little ones leave.. and the big ones…take care. Cute little one;)
July 14th, 2006 at 10:50 am
Back with lots of catching up to do!
Just so you know a great trick to impress youngsters with Creamers:
1. hold creamer in palm of hand, curl round fingers so it is disguised with the top facing to the bottom of your hand.
2. pretend to rub your eye with curled up hand being sure to not let soft top of creamer be visible.
3. pretend to go mental with an itchy eye and grab a fork
4. preten to gouge out your itchy eye but actually you are piercing the top of the creamer. When white stuff goes everywhere everyone will scream.
It’s brilliant fun.
That and spit takes.
July 14th, 2006 at 10:54 am
Damn! And you tell me this AFTER they move?? Sigh. I’ll have to save it for when we see them next month.
(Spit takes… how did I forget those?!)