Potty Mouth Pond

This week has been one of many changes for the Harris clan. First we saw little Lou off to Thailand, and on Saturday Dylan, my baby brother, follows in the footsteps of many Maritimers as he heads to Edmonton for work. As a result we have spent even more time than usual at my parent's place squeezing in every last drop of family time we can.

We schlepped over to their house for a farewell dinner in D’s honour tonight. After we ate, we all sat around the table as we usually do. A calm quiet came over us, the sort of pause that happens after a delicious meal shared between loved ones. 

Out of nowhere Violet looked at my plate and said with disgust in her voice, “What is that crap?”

Silence. 

Did she seriously just say that, I thought to myself? 

What should I do now? I looked around the table; everyone was holding back their laughter. I looked at my plate. There was nothing but a small piece of salmon skin...

I think Jeff was the first to laugh out loud. 

Violet looked confused. She must have wondered what we thought was so funny.

She looked at me again and said, “Mummy, what is that wrap on your plate”. 

We all burst out laughing, because it was funny and also because it was a relief. Sweet girl hadn’t said crap, she said wrap.

Phew. That was a close one.

xo

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