This is my nephew. And THIS is his story.
We were at dinner after Grandma Ginna's funeral and he came over to our table very sad. I asked him what was wrong and he said his mom wouldn't let him have any more dessert. I asked him what he wanted and he said Jello. I said, "You need to go tell your mom that Aunt Erika says Jello isn't dessert its a fruit! Grape, lime, strawberry, etc." So he heads off to tell his mom Aunt Erika's side of the story. They're all the way across the room from us and I don't hear what's going on but I do watch as their conversation ends and he walks back to the tables and loads up on Jello, with a HUGE smile on his face!
Win one for Aunt Erika! lol.
It was hilarious. Not to mention that he had almost EVERY type of Jello that was on the table. When I told him that Jello was mostly water and now he was going to have to use the bathroom a lot for the rest of the day, the look on his face was priceless! (that's also when he decided he should stop eating more jello)
During all of this I asked him if he'd ever had jello jigglers. And he hasn't. So one of these days we're going to have a jello jiggler date!
2 comments:
Okay Erica, I have to let you know this post thoroughly confused me because I know you are the oldest and I believe none of your siblings have any kids either. Then I realized your hubby probably has procreating siblings. *smack head* anyways It's good hearing about your day.
He didn't tell you that he'd already had 2 pieces of cake. That boy loves sweets. I'm glad you were there to make him happy. He such a sweet boy, and I do love to see him smile.
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