the recipe is from my Grandma's longtime friend Carl.
Miss those guys...
I was recently thinking that I hadn't had any good Sunday school stories from Sam lately. I was wondering if we were starting to get out of that phase. (shoot!) But alas...Sam delivered.
The other night during bedtime stories we were reading about Moses and the Pharaoh and the ten plagues Sam was half-listening when all of a sudden he zeroed in to when the Nile turned to blood! He replies, "What'dya just say Mommy?"
"Well, Sam, Pharaoh wasn't listening so God turned to the river to blood."
"Was it red and bloody?"
"Yep. It was."
(a few pages later,)
Sam: "Can we go back to the bloody river?"
(the next night)
Sam: "Can we read the bloody river again?"
(while playing batman)
"Now you'll go in the bloody river you bad guy..."
me: "But Sam, the cool thing was, eventually Pharaoh listened and Moses and the Israelites got to leave Egypt."
Sam: "What color was that bloody river again, Mommy?" siiiiiiiiiiigh.
If you know me, you know about my son Sam. He's quiet sometimes and I do that mom thing where I worry about him being a middle child and the only boy and a myriad of other things. And then something like this happens in the middle of dinner and I realize he will be just fine.
Sam: knock, knock
Me: who's there?
Sam: brussel sprouts
Me: brussel sprouts who?
Sam: brussel sprouts...Sam doesn't want to eat any.
Make me smile. :-)