Dinner tonight was a comedy routine that you just couldn't script!
Hammer couldn't wait to escape to watch a show he had paused on Tivo.
Therefore, he was not part of the aforementioned mayhem that I will now recount for all of you!
Pumpkin tortured Grandpa, Daddy and myself with her fortune teller. You know, the kind girls make out of paper, and have colors and numbers and really silly fortunes inside when you lift the flap. Yeah, one of those.
I am going to marry my son, become a lifeguard and get rich. Grandpa loves nature and is becoming a fashion designer.
Fuzzy and Pumpkin tried to out do each other with whipped cream on top of their pudding. Pumpkin won. More whipped cream than pudding for dessert in her bowl.
But, Fuzzy took the cake of craziness. He decided to lick the pudding remnants out of his bowl. Yes, I said lick!
Then, once I proceeded to tell him that it was gross and he was acting like the dog, he put the bowl on the ground next to Libby, and licked his bowl next to her, while she licked the remnants of pudding from mine. Ugh!
Loony toons, I tell you!
I then announced that if there was a Candid Camera spying on us, we'd be locked up. Fuzzy thought that was a great idea and begged me to take pictures. Pumpkin agreed and began to lick her bowl.
So, they are all in the process of getting their chocolate smeared faces (and bodies) showered.
They are still yakking and laughing about dessert and licking the bowls.
I love my silly, funny family!!!
ps. Don't you love the 'Evolution of Coffee' picture???