Wednesday, May 27, 2009


We do try to eat dinner together each night, but it never lasts as long as I like. By the time the children are served it's about three minutes until they are done and ready to go back out to play. Someday.

Occasionally, there is some dinnertime excitement. Last night was a prime example. Earlier in the afternoon Joseph let a "grasshopper" in through the sliding door. He was watching it for a long time jumping all around the kitchen so I decided to check him out.

His "grasshopper" looked a little to much like this guy:
So I simply trapped him under the table in a glass for Sean to deal with later.

Well, we were sitting down to dinner when I heard the clanking sound of a glass on the floor and suddenly remembered our little friend.

"Oh, no, the cockroach! Don't let him go!"

Mayhem broke out. Shrill screams of terror sounded as 18 legs suddenly recoiled into their chairs. Hysterical!

Sean chased him down with the fly swatter. He's no longer a threat.

It's a good thing we sit down to dinner for three minutes or we'd miss all the excitement.


Heather L. said...

Hilarious! i'm glad he didn't get away. :)

Michelle said...

Hysterical, Monica! Do you think we need to do an LHE class on identifying different insects??? Just kidding. :)

Aaron Tague said...

Oh no! That is a typical boy thing. Very funny. At least Mr. Grasshopper no longer threatens your family.

Mary@notbefore7 said...

That is so funny! What a hysterical family moment. I would have flipped out and been one of the sets of legs in the air :)

Glad dinner time isn't ideal everywhere else :)