Who will help me eat the pie?
Pecans.
It’s been raining pecans here thanks to all the recent windy weather.
Since I am the best pecan pie baker in the world (or at least am privy to the best recipe), I always make a few for Thanksgiving. And I always buy the star of the show.
That’s nuts.
All over the ground just waiting to be picked up.
I made a proposal to my youngest. “Come out and help me pick up pecans and I’ll pay you.”
He picked up a large empty Lego box from his birthday last weekend and said, “If I fill this, will you pay me $2?”
“Sure,” I replied. A little too quickly.
Suddenly he begins arguing for $5.
Getting a bit irritated, I said no way and headed out to do the job myself.
All the while castigating myself this is how I have failed as a mother. My children never help out unless bribed or threatened — and honestly, I’ve not much energy for either anymore.
So little Mr. who couldn’t help pick up the pecans grabs my camera lying on ground.
And begins taking photos of my rear end.
I noticed few things with my rear in the air and my face toward the ground.
One, our yard was a mess with leaves. Curses.
And like a child unable to stop eating their candy from last night, I couldn’t stop eating the cracked pecans littering our yard like discarded wrappers.
Too tempting.
They are so delicious this year.
I wonder who will help me crack the nuts?
Surely anyone who wants Thanksgiving pie will help.
Ha.
Do you have any luck getting kids to help around the house (or yard)?
Along the same lines. In our past baseball season, Scott was praising Max on how well he was hitting, his reply, “how ’bout some cash”. What the???
Okay Lisa, that made me laugh . . . but at the same time, it’s like what have we done? When I was little, I did what mom and dad said or got a very sore behind. Granted it took me longer to believe in myself and my ideas, but at the same time I knew that we all had to work. Nothing was given to me and respect was expected.
I’ll help you eat it!! Love pecan pie. My kids will help if we ask (sometimes with groaning) but they don’t usually just volunteer!
You are the Little Red Hen. Once the smell of that pie is wafting through the house they will all come out of the woodwork!
I could send you a photo of my teenaged son’s room to give you the answer of how well I have taught him to be helpful, but Halloween is over!
May, I hear you. If only it was contained to their rooms in our house. It’s times like these when we get so busy…I just keep our bedroom as straight and calming as I can and work in there. Help.
Stacie — so glad to hear from you after all the storm insanity. They do like to help eat the pie. Cracking the nuts . . . not so much.
I will totally help you eat the pie! I struggle with how to handle chores and helping with my daughter too. It’s tough. But at least you can drown your sorrows in pie. 🙂
It’s bad how much pie I can eat, when I just intend to take a little sliver.
What a dream life.
She looks beautiful.