Last week we went to the Houses’ house for dinner. I made Andrew hold Miriam while we ate because I wanted, for once, to be able to eat without her sitting on my lap. She makes things tricky.
Half way through the meal Andrew got fed up with Miriam grabbing at everything and asked, “Are there any cucumbers left?”
Everyone at the table stopped eating to stare at him, jaws dropped, forks froze in midair, and silence reigned. We were all thinking the same thing—did he seriously just ask for cucumbers?
“For the baby,” he said, breaking our stunned silence.
With that little misunderstanding cleared up we made sure to pass the cucumbers and then went back to clearing our plates.
Seriously, Andrew! You can't even handle a cucumber? You're outta control.
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