variations on a domestic scene
“Kids! Dinner!” I shouted, hitting the triangle. The house isn’t so big that we need a triangle, just two bedrooms and the living area, but I always thought it added a touch of class, like the real wooden floor we put in the girls’ room. The boys don’t mind the dirt, plus when it rains they get to have mudfights without leaving the house!
Norma, Sue, Genie, Billy, Bobby and Chuck gathered at the table. “What is it? What is it?” squealed Chuck, the youngest. Now that he lost his two front teeth, he looked even more like his Daddy. I brought the cookie sheet to the table and whipped off the cheesecloth like a magician to reveal the food:
“Gophers in a blanket, and… STICKS FOR DESERT!”
“YAY!! STICKS!!” shouted the kids.
