Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Shake the Gloves Out Honey
His blue eyes twinkle. "Shake out the gloves, honey."
"Really Dad, we're still doing this?" I smirk.
He guffaws and wiggles his fingertips in the air. "Want the gore-tex pants?"
"Nah, jeans are fine." I take one last sip of coffee and then work my hands into the gloves.
"Shake ... "
Jinxso bounds up the stairs. " ... The gloves out honey." We say in unison. She takes a look at me and grins. "Did I ever tell you how I found out about Dad's fingers?"
"No." I watch Dad flip a hand in the air.
Jinxso's smile widens. "When I came up the stairs to Dads office and saw his bandaged hand I said, 'what'd you do, stick your hand in the snow blower?'"
I groan and reclaim my cup. "And?"
He said, "As a matter of fact I did and your old boyfriend's father did the same thing only he stuck his hand in further."
We howl. Dad's grin is sheepish, and Mom rolls her eyes. "Earl," she barks, biting back a laugh, "it's okay to be useful as well as ornamental. I'm sure the girls want waffles."
Of course we want waffles.