September 07, 2004

The Spaghetti Incident...A Post In One Act

OR, HOW I'VE OVERESTIMATED MY MENTAL AGE BY SEVEN YEARS

Perhaps its because I was punchy after my seven (consults fingers again), yes, seven hour meeting. And its Tuesday but really more like a cleverly disguised Monday. Regardless, I proved this evening why, when I've said I'm pretty much like a 12 year old, I seem to have overshot by about seven years.

[Kitchen, Chris and Beth sit at the dinner table over bowls of spaghetti. Beth, who's been home all day and kindly prepared said meal is dressed casually while Chris, just home from the office yet still in work mode, is dressed in button-down dress shirt and slacks.]

Me: So, how was your day?
Her: Good. I didn't have to work.
Me: Bite me.
Her: You're going to get spaghetti on your shirt if you don't watch out.
Me: Ok. So I should go change. Is that what you're saying?
Her: Yes.
Me: Because, I'm like five.

[Exit Chris. Chris returns wearing a beat-up college t-shirt, threadbare in parts, missing most of a collar.]

Her: You'll probably get spaghetti on that too.
Me: Yes, but I'm okay with that. I mean, this barely has a collar.
Her: True.

[Both begin eating, Chris pondering the fact that he's really not a messy eater at all. And yet, a small droplet of spaghetti lands on his shirt.]

Her: See?
Me: But, see? I don't care.

[Chris, holding large forkful of spaghetti nods. And proceeds to drag forkful of spaghetti over the front of his shirt. Rothko, he thinks, with maybe a little Pollock influence. Satisfied and smug, he turns to Beth with stained shirt and nods.]

Me: See? I'm five.

[Chris then eats said forkful of spaghetti.]

Posted by Chris at September 7, 2004 09:15 PM
Comments

LMAO! You're right in there with my six year old. At the airport coming home, I dug a clean t-shirt out of his back pack for him to change into once we landed in San Fran. I give it to him and just say "Here" thinking it's obvious I want him to change out of his dirty t-shirt. So what does he do? He takes the clean t-shirt and blows his nose on it! Blows his nose! He's not a very clean spaghetti eater either. Speaking of which, it must be Spaghetti Tuesday in America. I've got noodles boiling on the stove at this very moment. :)

Posted by: groovebunny at September 7, 2004 09:54 PM

lol! you totally crack me up. :)

Posted by: tiffanie at September 7, 2004 10:20 PM

I think 5 may be an overestimation...

Posted by: debby at September 7, 2004 10:57 PM

I love Rothko.

Posted by: GranolaSpice at September 7, 2004 10:58 PM

love and marriage, love and marriage...

When will men learn that us wimmins are always right? ;-)

Posted by: yvonne at September 7, 2004 10:59 PM

Yep, you're 5.

Posted by: zenwanderer at September 7, 2004 11:51 PM

Good thing you are cuddly and well loved by Mrs. Cactus! Or I think you would have been wearing your spaghetti over your head in a bad day at my house! LMAO You just bring smiles to my face and I am so glad you act like a 5 year old some times! : )

Posted by: Gypsyfroggie at September 7, 2004 11:59 PM

LOL
Hey... you age good! LOL
j/k!
That is hillarious!!!!!!!!
I love how you tell your stories =-)
When are you turning six?
BAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Posted by: Ana at September 8, 2004 12:25 AM

Yeah? Well, I heard that wench got a FACIAL. So slop it up, baby.

Heee!

Posted by: Mindy at September 8, 2004 01:30 AM

Hee!

Posted by: HG at September 8, 2004 07:52 AM

hehehehehe

Posted by: julie at September 8, 2004 08:00 AM

Sounds like someone needed to go to bed early

Posted by: Dawnie at September 8, 2004 08:03 AM

Yeah. You, ummm, sure showed her! I guess.

You make me so proud.

:-)

Posted by: Buzz at September 8, 2004 08:23 AM

Good thing Mrs. Cactus had a day off and a facial or she may not have found this quite so amusing.

Posted by: Kelly at September 8, 2004 10:46 AM

At least you admit it ;)

And I think smearing the spaghetti on your shirt on purpose is way more creatively influenced than Rothko OR Pollock. You should have taken pictures. You could have made millions!

Posted by: RockStar Mommy at September 8, 2004 11:26 AM

You would be a bad influence on my four year old. Though I agree with Mindy, Beth gets a facial while you are in a seven hour meeting? Slop it up for sure.

Posted by: jujubee at September 8, 2004 11:34 AM

Holy crap Chris. Apparently that meeting really got to you.

Posted by: Nicole at September 8, 2004 11:50 AM

You really are 5. I can't believe you ate it after wiping it on your shirt. You ate it?! How could you after you put all the sauce on your shirt, leaving none on your noodles!

Posted by: myllissa at September 8, 2004 01:26 PM

Are you sure we're not related?

Posted by: Sawni at September 8, 2004 02:33 PM

i think you should go put your nose in the corner. Even though you were very hilarious.

Posted by: samantha at September 8, 2004 04:17 PM

LOL! What kindergarden class do you attend? Maybe we can go together :)

Posted by: Sweety at September 9, 2004 04:39 AM

I actually read this post yesterday, and then later I thought about it again. Did you really do this? I got a mental picture of you sitting in a tattered and torn t-shirt, rubbing spaghetti noodles on your shirt (dripping sauce everywhere? dropping noodles on the floor?).

Posted by: Zandria at September 9, 2004 07:37 AM