My Mother, Sister and
I were all born within the same three days, and although we are worlds apart in
personality and character, we share the three traits everyone seems to notice
most.
We have the same sense of humour, the same self-induced joy
and happiness and the same laugh.
Lulu and I where helping mom clean the kitchen after dinner
one evening, when mom offered us some marsh-mellows... now at this point all
three of us were stuffed to bursting point, as is the custom in my family and on
top of that we had desert aleady (This does NOT mean any one of us has excess
weight to prove that we overeat, because we metabolize our food too
efficiently-which actually means that we aren’t over eating either...we just
eat a LOT more than other people do)
So both my sister and I politely declined our share of the
marsh-mellows(exactly as our mother had taught us to do in public) and then the
smiling gave way to sputtering rage... an elaborate display by our dear mother,
for entertainment purposes of course...
She ripped the tub of
sweets out from under out noses and glowered
“Ungrateful children!” she hissed. “Must I do everything for
you?!”
Lulu and I were frozen in place, uncomprehending.
Then she pushed a marsh-mellow into her mouth, contorting her
face as though it were a frog
I looked at Lulu in time to see her flash me the same
stunned expression.
Simultaneously we started to speak, eager to have the
marsh-mellows if it would relieve our mother in any way, but before we could
she protested:
“No, don’t worry! I will do it!” She couldn’t help smiling
then “I will eat your desert for you!”
Once the realization hit that she was joking, we turned the
joke back on her, stuffing the marsh-mellows into her mouth by the hand-full
while chanting:
“Who’s a chubby bunny? WHO’S A CHUBBY BUNNY?!”
All three of us were red-faced with laughter when Dad
returned to the kitchen.
Through the embarrassed explanations, I’m not sure whether
he actually caught on to what we were saying, and I’m not sure if he really
wanted to either...
