Today while I was at school, Summer dressed the girls up and had them pretend they were at a fancy restaurant. They picked a fancy tablecloth, made menus, and when Abe arrived home, Summer was serving the girls dinner like a waitress would. Abe immediately jumped on board, changed into my chef whites and took over service. He addressed the girls as “madam,” and they thought that was the greatest. They called him “madam” too for the rest of the night. (Actually, Mary says, “badam.”)
While I was at home, the girls also played pretend. They pretended they were pioneers.
School went okay. I am trying to practice “enemy love’ and love the chefs, but it’s hard. I didn’t make any of the food, and by the time I took pictures of it, a lot of it had lost its perk, but here was tonight’s dinner.
