MyThreeDaughters

Etiquette

Wife was at work. I had the three daughters for dinner. The old “Breakfast for Dinner.”

Waffles.

Here’s how it went:

Elizabeth: “Daddy, you forgot to put peanut butter on every piece.”

I think I put it on all of them.

“Then why don’t all of them have peanut butter? Look.”

It must’ve soaked in (I was fond of this one: I mean, peanut butter, soaking in?)

Rose: “Look, Look, Daddy! Look, look, look, Daddy. Look!”

I see.

Fontaine, leaning back in chair, then sitting chair down on foot: “OOOOH. MY TOE! MY TOE! MY TOE!”

Elizabeth: “I know, someone stepped on my toe too!”

Fontaine: “MY TOE! Oh man, some people could kill me.”

Elizabeth: “Like me.”

Fontaine: “YES, like you!”

Rosebud: Ramming, poking, beating Elizabeth with a plastic scoop from an EZ-Bake oven, saying, “Jab! Jab! Jab!”

Fontaine, hilariously injecting a flourish of etiquette, “Daddy? Can I be excused, please?”

Yes!

Elizabeth: “I got the pillow!”

Fontaine: “No, I called that. I said you couldn’t touch it or anything else.”

Elizabeth: “I called the pillow.”

Fontaine: “Push me over; you’ll never do it.”

Elizabeth: “Yes, I will.”

Then “dinner” ended.

Amen.