Monday, November 8, 2010

And Now, A Letter

Dear Nephew,

I had a dream the other night that we were at Thanksgiving dinner. All the family was there, yes including you, and you decided you were going to eat off everyone's plate. I know that you are a strapping thirteen year old, and you are constantly hungry, but I have to admit when you got to my plate and started eating MY MASHED POTATOES, I yelled. And then promptly your mom yelled at me for getting after you. And I felt super bad--in my dream. Now that I'm awake and have time to assess this dream, I'm a little perturbed that I was the one who got in trouble. Also, I know that it was a dream and didn't actually happen, but I must say that somewhere in my subconscious I could see this very thing happening. So, let this letter be a warning to you: DO NOT EAT MY MASHED POTATOES. Ever. Obviously, they are important to me.
Just letting you know because I love ya!
~Aunt Melinda


  1. Having 2 boys ages 12 & 14 - I totally get this! I would be perturbed too! Even if it was only a dream! The mashed potatoes are the best part! ha ha... thanks sharing your dream and for the comments you left me today!

  2. Having a teenage son myself, I understand this dream more than you will ever know.
    The other children moniter how much he eats at dinner and when they think he's eating too much, they stop him before he eats all of their food.

  3. Good for You.
    A very mature approach

    He's been forwarned...........mashed potatoes are somewhat sacred, smoothered in the regal cloak of gravy
    just saying

  4. This reminds me of that old Helen Keller cartoon movie. ( When you said your nephew was eating off of everyone's plates, I immediately pictured Helen Keller grabbing food off of everyone's plate with her hands and the teacher stopping her from getting to her plate! lol.

  5. I would stab someone with a fork if they came after my mashed potatoes.

  6. Funniest post I have read all week. I hope he heeds your warning. He will if he knows what's good for him.


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