Shelley: Mmmmmmmmhmmmmm. This chili is going to be goooood.
Mom: It’s not too hot, is it? Your dad can’t eat hot chili.
Shelley: Not at all.
Mom: How about mushrooms? I like mushrooms in my chili.
Mom: Oh that’s good. Did you use the entire can of home made tomatoes that Jenny (my sister-in-law) gave you?
Shelley: Only about half.
Mom: Because the chili would be really juicy with all of those tomatoes.
Shelley: I can put the rest in.
Mom: No. No. That’s OK. It should still be juicy with half. Oh. I gave you three cans of chili beans. Did you use them?
Shelley: I decided two cans were enough. You can take the third can back. Thanks.
Mom: No. No. Keep it. Did you use the red and the brown kidney beans? I like my chili with both brown and red kidney beans.
Shelley: Yes. Absolutely.
Mom: Did you rinse the beans before you put them in the chili?
Shelley: You’re killing me.
Everyone: Oh! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Mom: Because there’s all kinds of disgusting things in that fluid.
John: (Whispering to Shelley) You didn’t, did you?
Shelley: Shhhhh!!!! Mom, how would you like…
Mom: No thanks.
Shelley: Wait. You don’t know what I was going to say.
Mom: Of course I do. You were going to ask me if I wanted to take half of the loaf back to my RV.
Shelley: Ah. No. I was going to ask you if you would like garlic butter on the french bread.
Mom: You do whatever you want. You’re the cook.
Mom: Not like that. You’ll never hit any of the vital organs. You need to go in then across.
This morning mom, dad, John and I head to Mexico for a week.
Let the games begin.
Shelley and John