We went to a crawfish boil this evening. We were the oldest people there. This actually was good news, even though we must have seemed like somebody's aunt and uncle. Most of the couples attending this event had pre-school kids. Babies and toddlers abounded.
Our kids had to work.
None of the mothers there were able to relax and enjoy the benefits of a crawfish boil. These things are mostly about sitting outside and socializing and not so much about eating. Still, there was boiling water, open flame and things to climb. In other words, danger for little kids lurked just a few steps away at any moment. So, the young mothers in attendance stood at alert, their eyes always scanning.
Our eyes were on the prize: a plate of steaming mudbugs with all the trimmings. We may be grandparents one day and the vigil will be on again. For now, it's fun to sit back and watch.
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Saturday, May 17, 2008
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