Meal
The Call: Snack Time — Jessica
Miss T
It’s a very odd thing –
As odd can be –
That whatever Miss T eats
Turns into Miss T.;
Porridge and apples,
Mince, muffins and mutton,
Jam, junket, jumbles –
Not a rap, not a button
It matters; the moment
They’re out of her plate,
Though shared by Miss Butcher
And sour Mr. Bate;
Tiny and cheerful,
And neat as can be,
Whatever Miss T. eats
Turns into Miss T.
— Walter de la Mare
Response: Dinnertime — Cheryl
Dinnertime at our house is loud, chaotic, often funny, usually includes food good enough to garner praise from at least one of the kids, and always late. The dinner bell usually rings around 9 pm.
That’s an adorable picture of Danny. And Walter de la Mare: I used many of his poems in my 365.
Well, we can match you with the loud and chaotic…and when the three year old decides to table dance we’ve got the funny in spades… BUT we would absolutely
DIE if we ate that late! Our dinner time is about 6:30 and by 7:30 I’ve got the first wave of littles in bed. I just have to have SOME quiet time in the evening. ; )