Eat My House But Don't Eat Me

When Big Sissy was a baby, she was in a music class at Covenant Seminary for seminary students' kids. It was wonderful, led by a very talented lady named Claudia, who I'm sure will be famous one day. Claudia taught us a song, which I think she wrote, about a worm. It talks about biting into an apple, and who did I see? A worm, a worm, a worm who spoke to me. He said please, please, eat my house but don't eat me.

We met that worm today. We tried to meet our friends in IL to go apple picking, but when we got to the friendly neighborhood orchard, they told us that they are not allowing picking this year. I guess it wasn't a good crop. To avoid the akwardness of just turning around to leave since we really there for the experience, not just the apples, we bought a bag of apples that were sitting on the table for sale. Cara suggested that we go get caramels and let the kids make caramel apples as a fun alternative to picking them today. Great idea, Cara. The girls were big helpers, unwrapping the caramels, poking the sticks in, and swirling their apples around in the caramel. Since Little Sissy isn't really big enough to actually eat a messy apple on a stick, Cara used her apple slicer and that's where we met our friend who looked up at her and sang, "please, please, eat my house but don't eat me." OK, he didn't really sing that. He just wiggled around like a worm being led to the apple slicer slaughter. Needless to say, we sliced all of the apples after that. Thankfully the girls were very happy with their "flower apples" and forgot they spent all that time getting them on the stick. Way to go, quick thinking mama. Almost nothing about the day ended like we planned it (no apple picking, no smores, no fire in the fireplace, no rain), but it was a super fun day with chili and sliced apples and apple cake and good friends. I'm happy with the surprise ending.