Dinner

[pegkerr]

We sat down to dinner, but right after we said grace, Fiona managed to upend her paper plate, flopping her cheese pizza all over her lap.

"Geez, I've been so clumsy lately," she said, napkining herself off. "I keep hitting myself and running into people and making messes--"

I looked at her with some amusement. "You're a teenager."

"And I keep getting attacked by the flying waffles."

I stared. "Flying waffles?"

"Yeah. Dad stuffed the freezer so full after the last grocery run that every time I open the freezer door, the waffles jump out and attack me."

"Nobody expects the flying waffles," Rob said portentously.

"Just like nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition," Fiona said brightly.

A pause. Fiona began singing softly under her breath, "Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam . . ."

"No," I said, trying to glare, but with my mouth twitching.

She shrugged and then after another pause began singing in the highest, squeakiest voice imaginable, "Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom. . ."

I stared at her and began cracking up. "What's that from?"

"Invader Zim."

Comments

[daharyn.livejournal.com]

True story: I regularly taught bits of Melville when I was teaching composition courses and often assigned "Bartleby, the Scrivener". Once, when class discussion got really low and demoralizing and just bleargh -- it was the middle of a 1x/wk 3-hr evening course, I turned to the whiteboard and it just came out: "I'm going to sing the doom song now! Doom doom do-doom...."

My students did not properly appreciate this, but it was at that point in the term when everything feels a little crazy, and honestly, it seemed like the only acceptable response left to me. ;)

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

Fiona at least would have deeply appreciated it.

[rutemple.livejournal.com]

O Sweet Fiona! I remember when Grant was at that stage; grew four or more inches in as many months. Does she know the flops are just from the fact that muscles and ligaments grow more slowly and just take a while to catch up to the bones? It can help a person not get down on themselves, to hear that part of what's going on...

[johnridley.livejournal.com]

OK, I'm gonna sing the doom song! Doom doom doooooom,
(6 months later) wait, I'm almost done.. Doom Doom! OK.

[peacockharpy.livejournal.com]

Heh... I was just crooning a song wordlessly to my son to get him to go to sleep, and it took me several rounds to realize what I was crooning was "Mahna Mahna." Darn you, Jim Henson! *shakes fist*

Maybe I should try spam next time...

[kiwiria.livejournal.com]

Hahahahahahaha!!! Oh, that's priceless! :-D