The magic of grandma’s house

“How are you doing?” I asked when the Worm made it down to the kitchen after last night’s sleepover.  My sister Holly and I were already baking for the big breakfast tomorrow.  She’d driven in from Utah and arrived this afternoon.  The floor was covered in flour.  Two pumpkin pies (Couponman’s request) baked in the oven along with a pumpkin custard (the GAP’s request).  The pumpkin rolls (Cheezy’s request) were in the refrigerator cooling.  Mini cheesecakes (Coco’s favorite), rice pudding (Holly’s favorite), egg custard (leftover yolks that can’t in good conscience be discarded) and something new for the recent bride Madison (a fluffy vanilla cake with vanilla bean frosting) are still on the menu.

“Actually I’m feeling much better,” she admitted.  She and the Bug had come over last night with a runny nose and a cough.

“It’s Grandma’s house,” said Holly.  “Grandma house’s are magic.”

“What do you want for breakfast?” I asked.

“I’ll have a waffle,” said the Bug.  Holly and I were on it.  The bacon (the Worm’s request) was sizzling on the grill.  Soon the first one dinged done.  We gave it to Couponman.  Everyone deserves to be first every once in a while and feel special. 

The Worm sat down next.  She had to be fed near the front of the line.  Ms. Social jabbered so much, she had to be served first or she’d never get done.  “Would you like some milk or orange juice?” asked Holly.  She’d been a waitress in her heyday. 

“Orange juice, please,” said the Worm.

“Oh, it’s good to have polite guests.”  The Worm smiled.  The Bug wandered away while from the kitchen.  “Brown, party of one,” Holly announced as she took the next waffle from the iron.  He rushed in.  “Please be seated,” she said.  “You’re sitting in the non-smoking area so you’ll have to put out your cigarette,” she laughed.

Hot Wheelz walked in.  “Where’s my waffle.”

“You can’t smoke,” announced the Bug.

“He can’t help it,” I said.  Hot Wheelz looked at me suspiciously.  “He’s smokin’ hot.”  I smiled sheepishly.  He rolled his eyes.

“Aunt Holly told us all her ‘no arms and no legs’ jokes last night before we went to bed.”  I should never have let them share a room.  Holly started repeating them.  “What do you call the two guys over the window who have no arms or legs?”  I knew the guy on the wall (Art) and the guy at the front door (Matt), but this one stumped me.  “Curt and Rod,” she said.  We all laughed. 

Grandma’s house is a place of magic.  Just like Holly said.  You can say whatever you want and no one walks out in disgust.  Well, they can, but you know eventually they’ll be back.

P.S. The little Mouse could use some of Grandma’s magic.  He’s in the ER on an IV drip.  He has a slight case of viral pneumonia and dehydration.