My adult son came up beside me and dipped a spoon into the spaghetti sauce I was stirring. “Be careful, the boiling bubbles can pop and splash.”
“I know Mom. I learned that when I was about seven.” He looked at the front of my apron. “Don’t you think you should wash that thing?”
“No.” I pointed to different splashes. “This is gravy from Thanksgiving. This is fudge from Christmas and this is the last time I made sauce.”
“It needs a bath.”
My grandson hugged my legs. “No Daddy, it won’t smell like Grandma if she washes it.”
In response to Charli Mills June 6, 2019, prompt from Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that makes a big splash. It can be fluid, or you can play with the idiom (to make a big splash is to do or say something that becomes unforgettable). Go where the prompt leads!
06/10/2019 at 22:58
Haha – my mother would have a heart attack. She’s the kind of person who won’t buy cast iron because you’re not supposed to wash it.
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06/11/2019 at 06:06
My aprons get regular baths. I was thinking “out of the mouths of babes” after talking about my grandson with friends.
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06/11/2019 at 00:57
Aww! ❤
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