Yesterday was Thursday, so we went to Oma & Opa’s. We did our usual stuff, with these notable differences: instead of worrying about the fish biting my ankles should I stand too still in the pond shallows, I worried about them biting my belly while I swam to the island across the pond.
And then later at the pool, George swam unassisted for about 2 feet. And by swam, I mean he moved his arms and legs as he rapidly sunk to the bottom of the pool, and then Oma and I made a big deal about how great he swam.
Then he got hugs and got treated like a king.
Usually, my dad treats us to a gourmet dinner, but this time I decided it was my turn. But when your dad has Voltaggio-like cooking skills, it’s a lot of pressure to cook something great, so I went with Plan B – lobster. And of course, I followed the most important rule my dad has taught me, which is, “Always buy an extra lobster.”
By the way, I know some of you out there actually prefer the claws to the tails. If you are one of them, let me know when you want to go out for lobsters together. We can work out a deal.
p.s. Last summer, I believe I had 12 lobster rolls. This summer, I’ve had two.
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Don’t undersell your cooking prowess, Natasha! Also, I’m one of those folks who prefers the claws to the tails – so let’s get three lobsters, and you can have the tail on the third. 🙂