Let the record show that if there's anything in my Mansion that my boys want, they can have it. What's mine is theirs. Within reason, of course...
When we got back from the casino of Tuesday evening, The Pony carried in my water bottle. Then guzzled down the icy-cold contents. I had told him he could, as long as he took off the lid and didn't drink through the spout.
He plugged in his phone to my charger while he wrote out checks for his house payment and half of the flip house expenses for last month. Then he started looking through the corner cabinets, upper and lower. The little pantry. The big pantry.
"I really don't think we have anything you'd want. I stopped buying a lot of snacks when you moved out. OH! If you're looking for the Little Debbies, they're in FRIG II."
"I was wondering where they were."
The Pony selected a Cosmic Brownie and a Zebra Cake. Put them on the cutting block, and picked up the bag of French Fried Onions that I had gotten for Farmer H.
"Oh, I see you got some of these onion things I told you about. They're really good, just for a snack!"
"No. I saw them in the store, and Dad wanted them for his green beans like he had at the Senior Center. I can't let you have those."
Then he walked over to where I'd set a 12-pack of toilet paper along the kitchen wall behind my chair, which I had not yet put away in the hall closet.
"Hm. I think I need two rolls. I'm not going to the store just yet."
"Hey! That isn't free, you know! The price is putting the rest of it away in the closet."
"I can do that."
"Do you need a bag to carry your stuff home?"
"That would be great."
So off The Pony went, a plastic bag of "groceries" on his arm, and a phone charge long enough to get him home without incident.
My oldest daughter does the exact thing. But she doesn't limit it to food and toiletries. After she visits, if we can't find something, my husband always says,"That darn Emily was here!". I just chuckle.
ReplyDeleteangie,
ReplyDeleteI might have to tell Farmer H to look for a shopping cart at the auction!
I remember the days when my kids would "shop" in my pantry, when they were younger and not earning much. I kind of miss those days, though I couldn't afford to let them do it now.
ReplyDeleteRiver,
ReplyDeleteMy mom let us do that, so I figure I should pay it forward for The Pony. Good thing Genius doesn't live nearby! He was notorious for taking the last of everything, and leaving the box or container on the shelf!
Moms just like to give things to their kids. I am not happy unless my children leave with food, sometimes blankets and pillows, clothes, my favorite iron skillet ....
ReplyDeleteKathy,
ReplyDeleteWe have iron skillets of assorted sizes hanging on the garage wall. A little rust-scrubbing, and they would be good. I suspect that The Pony has not yet considered such items for his "cart."