During the summer my kiddo's and I frequently eat with my folks. They live directly behind us and my dad is truly 'King of the Grill'. When he grills hamburgers, he usually grills a dozen at a time so all we have to do is pop one in the microwave and Voila! Instant dinner.
So, the other night the kiddo's and I popped over for supper and began the normal chaotic dance that ensues when we all try to squeeze into the kitchen at the same time. One by one we microwaved our patties and prepared our buns (hamburger buns, that is:).
As we sat in the living room talking and enjoying the food and company, my youngest daughter, Jordan, got up and went to the kitchen for something. When she came back in she asked: "Who left their hamburger in the microwave?" My mom, dad, Sam, and I all responded the same: "Not me." I looked around and everyone had their hamburger. As a matter of fact......everyone was almost done with their burger. We couldn't figure out how in the world an extra burger got in the microwave....as we only warm them up one at a time. Yea. I don't know why. We just do.
Just when I began to get very puzzled, I heard my dad say: "OH! It's mine!"
OK, he must've made two. That's not unusual.
Then it hit me as I glanced over and saw him digging through his onions and tomato.
He forgot the meat!
Here is my dad, sifting through his half eaten bun, that he was REALLY enjoying!
Yea. You know your folks are getting old when they make a hamburger with everything except........well........the hamburger.
Love you, dad!