Monday, September 10, 2012
In the still of the night
He eats anything he can find, with a glass of milk, at the cupboard in his underwear.
Once, as a guest in a Florida home, he decided he'd never sleep without a snack.
In his underwear he crept to their kitchen and held the refrigerator door open with the milk carton to shed some light.
Soon the wife awoke her husband, suspecting a burglar.
Dad had his lunching interrupted by the husband with a baseball bat.
As older adults, coming from the Red Knight, my brother Vaughn and I always arrived home at Dad's lunch time. He would not let us have a snack until he was done his. He would tease us that he could never have a lunch in peace. We always arrived as soon as he got the food out.
He would tell us, this is the kitchen island.... I - Land.
"Meant for I", as he waved his finger in the air.
Posted by Charlene L. at 10:18 PM