I don't know if many people know of the vast entertainment value of children when they are not aware of your presence. Take tonight's dinner, for instance.
I put a skillet of fried ground beef, garlic and sauce on the table for dinner. I put a stack of plates and a few glasses, and a serving spoon in the general area. I asked the boys to come set the table for dinner, but Papa was busy on the phone, so I decided to fold another load of laundry before I called everyone to dinner.
Without my knowing it, Thomas and Liam sat at the table, got themselves plates of meat and began eating. I came out a few minutes into their meal, judging from their sauce-stained faces. They enjoyed their dinner. Patrick came out after me. As he climbed in to his chair, he proclaimed that he wanted some 'beef meat'. The following is a script his conversation with Liam:
Patrick: I want some beef meat.
Liam: That's not beef, it's sloppy joes.
Patrick. Oh. I want beef meat. I want sloppy joes.
Liam: Patrick, it's sloppy joes, because it got slopped.
Later, Patrick: Is this beef meat? Is it Trader Joe's? It's beef meat. I'm eating Beef Meat.
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