I guess 112-pound women shouldn't drink "Scorpions." After our family viewed "Mommy Playing in Palm Springs," Scott grinned, Bianca groaned and we discussed home schooling. Travis seemed non-plussed. Then a few days later, Bianca and I were discussing the fallout she might experience after the third show airs — when Travis yelled "FOOD CHAIN," as he began shimmying his little shoulders, shouting "incoming fish tail!" and she said, "It was stupid, and there's nothing else to say about it." FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES! Bianca and I laughed just about to the point of wetting our pants, Travis joined in the giggles, through my tears of laughter I made a lame attempt at pointing out television is mostly fiction, to which Bianca offered to throw me a "coming out" party. As sick as it sounds, I will never forget this precious family moment. I know my children will survive life through their humor. I also know that around my dinner table for the next 40 years, there will occasionally be family members yelling "FOOD CHAIN," shoulders shimmying, looking to catch fish tails, and a lot of "Why did Grandma do that?" Not exactly the legacy I was hoping for.
So, play hard...... play ball..... play fair....play free......play as if there's no tomorrow.
P.S. Does anyone know what's in a Scorpion? How about a mushroom sandwich?