Sunday, October 7, 2012

Bread

We had a fire family dinner tonight. They have a 12 year-old daughter, and a 15 year-old son who wasn't there.  Their daughter has decided she is a vegetarian, so when we went outside to play basketball, she refused to play HORSE until we changed the name. Dani even said to her, "You realize no actual horses will be injured in this game, right?" We suggested that as long as she doesn't eat jello that it's fine to play HORSE because otherwise people don't eat horses, but she stamped her foot and was like "You are the guests; you have to do what I say!"

Um, that's not really how it's supposed to work, but we just threw out suggestions until she agreed to play BREAD. She did not win. So she claimed we cheated. We didn't. She does not like us. When Alex asked her to pass the garlic bread at the table, she took the basket, put four slices on her plate, and then handed the heel to Al.

When we were talking about the Married to Jonas show with the mom, the girl asked, "Don't you think you should be doing something more productive with your life?" The three of us stared at her. At 10 at night? What exactly should we be doing? Working a third job? Maybe I could also work the night shift at Dunkin Donuts.

This morning I made two bourbon butter pecan pies, and brought one to the dinner. The mom sent the girl into the kitchen to cut up the pie and she brought out plates for each person. The slices of pie for us were very noticeably smaller then the ones for her and her parents. I might be crazy here, but I think she doesn't like us. I wish there was a polite way to invite her parents over for dinner without inviting her, but there isn't.

3 comments:

Rosie said...

What a little shit. Too bad her parents didn't notice; but then again, sometimes kids are little shits BECAUSE of their parents.

Nina said...

wow, that's pretty horrible. I would have been hard pressed not to accidentally kick her in the shin.

Shadefarm said...

Wow, what a horrible kid. Someday I bet she will have a rude awakening.