“Well, maybe MeeMaw doesn’t WANT to go to Chick-Fil-A!” said Mommy.
“Just so long as where we go has ice cream!” said Jacob.
“So, where do you want to go, Mom?” asked SwampDaughter.
Aware of three sets of anxious eyes on me, I said “I want to go where they have broccoli for lunch.”
“Broccoli?” Dylan said in horror.
“Yes, BROCCOLI. With maybe some nice chopped onions on top.”
Zoe burst into tears and cried and cried. I had to relent on the broccoli thing and assure her that Chick-Fil-A would be just fine.
Maybe that whole sobbing thing was also because I’d caused Zoe to cry previously by declaring that I was going to leave all THREE of those grandchildren at their home, and take their mommy home with me, and she could spend the night at our house.
Yep, evil is my middle name.