Lessons and Laughter

Today my family had one of those moments that we hope will live in our memories for years to come.  I decided to blog about it in an effort to help it stick in my brain for a long, long time.  I don't know how funny it will be in writing because it might have been one of those "you had to be there" sort of funnies, but I'm writing it down anyway!

We are on a mini-vacation and this morning we were searching the town for breakfast.  Everywhere we looked we saw "Waffle House" which we were adamantly opposed to...at least those of us who were over the age of 15.  So we finally decided on some non-chain diner and without going into details, found ourselves wishing we'd gone to Waffle House, oddly enough.

Allison, my youngest, who is 11 (and a half), was eating fried eggs.  Now she eats fried eggs the way I eat fried eggs.  Most people see us attack them and ask why we didn't just order scrambled, but we have our reasons.  We like to smush them all to pieces with our forks so that the runny yolk runs all over the nicely done whites.  Alli was gripping her fork like a dagger and not doing the greatest job, so Guy jumps in to help.  

"All kidding aside, Alli, if you'll grip the fork like this..." he said while holding the fork with his forefinger pointing toward the part that goes in your mouth.  At the same instant he applied pressure with his finger, but his finger slipped off and went smushing through the egg yolk, fumbling the fork.  The lesson ended as quickly as it began, and we all cracked up, laughing hysterically.  

We relived the moment at dinner and laughed hysterically all over again.

Don't you just love those moments when you try to share your experienced wisdom with the young'ns and something like that happens?

Good times.