it’s done and we’re all seated at the table ready to eat.
As we’re about to start eating, Josephina screeches, “Wait, you can’t eat until you say grace!” as she stretches her arms out to catch everyone’s attention.
My eyes go wide from her rudeness, but everyone else looks shocked with their eyes just as wide as mine. I don’t know if it’s from what she’s said or the fact that they weren’t expecting to say grace. Being that she’s sitting on the other side of Joseph, I can’t pinch her, which is something I would normally have done. However, she’s won her way when everyone puts their forks down and bows their heads, preparing to say grace. Josephina quickly takes over and does the honor, leaving me to sit there mortified by her behavior.
When she’s done, Joseph leans towards me. “You didn’t make me say grace the night you made me dinner,” I hear Joseph whisper into my ear, making me blush.
“You were already eating when I was going to begin. So I said it silently in my head. I prayed that you’d live through boot camp,” I tell him, earning me a smile from his lips that makes my insides melt.
Focusing once again on dinner, we eat. Dinner goes quickly with the normal light conversation, although most of the questions were focused on me. Before long, I realize what they’re trying to do. I didn’t mind too much, but it did feel as if someone’s parents were scrutinizing me. Their questions were never once rude, or made me feel uncomfortable, so I had to be grateful for that.
It wasn’t until we’re all eating dessert that Ashley starts asking Josephina questions and the conversation grew agonizing.
“So Josephina, what do you like to do for fun?”
“I like to read books,” she answers, before eating a spoonful of ice cream.
It obviously isn’t the answer everyone expected as I see their eyebrows go up in amazement from her answer.
“Oh really?” Mark says to her, looking skeptical. “What kind of books do you like to read?”
“I like books with lots of words,” she tells him, before adding, “Did you know babies really like it when you read to them? It makes them move a lot when they hear voices,” she states looking over to Ashley.
“How would you know that?” Ashley curiously asks her.
“Mrs. Anderson, the lady at the market, has me read to her stomach sometimes. The baby always moves when it hears my voice. I think it likes me,” she says, before taking another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.
“How old are you?” Mark asks her, clearly confused.
“I’m four, but I’ll be five in March,” she states, puffing her chest up to him, trying to make herself look bigger than she is.
“I’ve been teaching her to read since she was three, but she has been reading on her own for the last few months,” I clarify, feeling proud of Josephina. “She goes through books so fast now, the librarians already know to reserve books for her before her next trip in.”
“Mrs. Anderson says it’s all the organic vegetables mommy was eating when I was baking in her tummy. They made me smarter,” she proudly claims. “Maybe you should eat organic vegetables so your baby will be smart, too,” she suggest with a smile, making us all laugh.
Ashley turns, narrowing her eyes at Mark. “See, there’s proof of why it’s good to eat organic,” she says to him, waving her hand at Josephina.
Mark, rolling his eyes at her, turns back to me. “Is there anything else you’d like to tell my wife that she can use against me?” he questions, sounding more like a scorn than a joke.
With the look he’s giving me, I know he’s upset, “I apologize for my daughter’s remark,” I apologetically say, feeling remorseful for Josephina’s comment.
From the corner of my eye I see Josephina grow confused. “What did I say wrong?” she asks, making me look at her, smiling to reassure she hasn’t done anything wrong. She goes back to eating her ice cream, content
As we’re about to start eating, Josephina screeches, “Wait, you can’t eat until you say grace!” as she stretches her arms out to catch everyone’s attention.
My eyes go wide from her rudeness, but everyone else looks shocked with their eyes just as wide as mine. I don’t know if it’s from what she’s said or the fact that they weren’t expecting to say grace. Being that she’s sitting on the other side of Joseph, I can’t pinch her, which is something I would normally have done. However, she’s won her way when everyone puts their forks down and bows their heads, preparing to say grace. Josephina quickly takes over and does the honor, leaving me to sit there mortified by her behavior.
When she’s done, Joseph leans towards me. “You didn’t make me say grace the night you made me dinner,” I hear Joseph whisper into my ear, making me blush.
“You were already eating when I was going to begin. So I said it silently in my head. I prayed that you’d live through boot camp,” I tell him, earning me a smile from his lips that makes my insides melt.
Focusing once again on dinner, we eat. Dinner goes quickly with the normal light conversation, although most of the questions were focused on me. Before long, I realize what they’re trying to do. I didn’t mind too much, but it did feel as if someone’s parents were scrutinizing me. Their questions were never once rude, or made me feel uncomfortable, so I had to be grateful for that.
It wasn’t until we’re all eating dessert that Ashley starts asking Josephina questions and the conversation grew agonizing.
“So Josephina, what do you like to do for fun?”
“I like to read books,” she answers, before eating a spoonful of ice cream.
It obviously isn’t the answer everyone expected as I see their eyebrows go up in amazement from her answer.
“Oh really?” Mark says to her, looking skeptical. “What kind of books do you like to read?”
“I like books with lots of words,” she tells him, before adding, “Did you know babies really like it when you read to them? It makes them move a lot when they hear voices,” she states looking over to Ashley.
“How would you know that?” Ashley curiously asks her.
“Mrs. Anderson, the lady at the market, has me read to her stomach sometimes. The baby always moves when it hears my voice. I think it likes me,” she says, before taking another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.
“How old are you?” Mark asks her, clearly confused.
“I’m four, but I’ll be five in March,” she states, puffing her chest up to him, trying to make herself look bigger than she is.
“I’ve been teaching her to read since she was three, but she has been reading on her own for the last few months,” I clarify, feeling proud of Josephina. “She goes through books so fast now, the librarians already know to reserve books for her before her next trip in.”
“Mrs. Anderson says it’s all the organic vegetables mommy was eating when I was baking in her tummy. They made me smarter,” she proudly claims. “Maybe you should eat organic vegetables so your baby will be smart, too,” she suggest with a smile, making us all laugh.
Ashley turns, narrowing her eyes at Mark. “See, there’s proof of why it’s good to eat organic,” she says to him, waving her hand at Josephina.
Mark, rolling his eyes at her, turns back to me. “Is there anything else you’d like to tell my wife that she can use against me?” he questions, sounding more like a scorn than a joke.
With the look he’s giving me, I know he’s upset, “I apologize for my daughter’s remark,” I apologetically say, feeling remorseful for Josephina’s comment.
From the corner of my eye I see Josephina grow confused. “What did I say wrong?” she asks, making me look at her, smiling to reassure she hasn’t done anything wrong. She goes back to eating her ice cream, content
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