A Thanksgiving Splat

This is one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories.

My kids were about 3 and 4 when the word Splat became the one known for desert. We were at my parents house for Thanksgiving dinner and there was an awesome looking raspberry pie for desert. Erik was not overly fond of most meals, in fact, more than one meal was spent playing with his toys under the dinning table. We grew accustomed to him spending time under the table while we ate, but this meal was different because

he sure did love pie.

We were all mostly done with our big feast when the anticipation of that pie got to be too much for my youngest child. He suddenly pops up and announces "I'm going to go get that pie!" Several of us shout no as he ran into the kitchen where that pie was setting on a counter that was several inches taller than he was. I had jumped up to follow him and caught up with him just in time to see him on his toes and reaching with all of his might to get that pie in his arms. As you can guess it fell to the floor..upside down.  Although I will never forget the sound of that pie hitting the floor, I also know that I would never be able to give it justice if I try to explain it. Lets just say that it sounded like a raspberry pie would sound as it splat to the floor.

My overly sensitive son ran to hide because he was afraid he was in trouble, and well, that pie just looked so good to him. One of my parents chased after him to tell him everything was OK. The other parent, I'm not sure which, helped me to scoop the upside down pie back into the pie pan. We giggled as our goo covered hands attempted to make that pie whole again. We continued to giggle as we proudly carried the pie into the dinning room where everyone, including my tear stained child,

 waited for us to dish out desert.  

Erik still smiles when we call a pie "Splat"

and this post has really made me laugh.

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