…a conversation like this takes place in your home:
On Saturday, I called all the kids to attention. “Okay, Guys,” I said, “I need everyone to get some shoes on and get ready to go.”
“Where are we going, Mama?” they all asked.
“Mrs. H had her baby,” I said excitedly, ” And we are going to take some dinners to her.”
Pandemonium ensued! “WOOOHOOOO! WE ARE GOING TO THE H’S HOUSE! YEAH! YIPEEEEEEEEE!!”
“Hang on!” I tried to reign them back in. “Mrs. H is real tired and she needs lots of rest, so we are not going to stay very long.”
“How long can we stay?” Noah asked.
“Less than an hour.”
“Can we play a little?”
“Yes,” I replied, “But, we are not staying very long at all. I am not even taking my knitting.”
Stunned silence. Everyone looked at me like I had grown a second nose. Then my son said incredulously,
“You’re not taking your knitting?!? Wow! That will be a short visit!”
But, look! Baby feet: