Meal Adventures
January 15, 2008Yet another family gathering. Dad gets slightly excited after a couple of glasses of rakia while mom nags that it is high time he switched to Coca Cola. Overall, there is lots of talking and lots of laughing but I do not get much of it. Being just 6, I am relegated under the table gaping at the feet of the grown-ups. I tickle the small ones and press on the big ones; then giggle.
My grandfather decides to give a toast and the moment he gets up, I fix my eyes on his chair. Quickly I take it to a corner of a room and turn it into a hut of a Native American. I nestle under it. At about that time granddad finishes his speech and, oh, no, he has not realized that the chair is no longer there…
He thumps on the floor, and since he likes holding on to the table while sitting, the table and all the food and drinks end on his belly. Commotion! Everyone stares at my hut and specifically at me under it.
