We ate dinner with my folks tonight, which was nice. Odd that we had an evening where everybody was in one place, with no demands, commitments or traveling. Mom made homemade lasagna and homemade cheesecake (so much for reducing my caloric intake today) and we had a good time visiting.
Over dinner, I said, “Mom, I wanted to request a room at your Bed and Breakfast; I have some friends coming in town for the night. They’re from Ohio. Can they stay here?”
“Oh, sure. Wait – from Ohio? Who is it?”
Mom looked at me with a moderate level of concern and interest.
“Are these the people from your blog?”
Sarah laughed maniacally.
“Yeah, mom met these people online and she’s inviting them to stay with y’all. What if they’re serial killers or something?”
Me: “I really don’t think so. Have you seen their blog? Do they look like serial killers?”
Shannon chimed in.
“Mom, if they’re killers, you ought to invite them to stay at our house, not murder Grandma and Grandpa.”
David spoke up.
“What if they’re pirates? That would be cool.”
A stunned silence settled on the table as we looked at him and realized that he was, basically, completely serious. We stared at him for a moment, then he spoke again.