Sunday evening we had friends over for dinner. These people are among the first friends we made in Texas 13 years ago. The oldest child, who we have watched grow from 6 to 19, has such a sweet innocent spirit about her. Over the years, she has made several memorable comments. We love to re-tell those stories and she is very good-natured about the ribbing.
When she was around 11, she sat at my table at a pot-luck dinner at the church. I noticed that she had filled her paper plate with ham, turkey, and roast beef. I asked, “Just having meat tonight?” to which she answered, “Yeah, I love meat. Just call me Meat-Girl.” We’ve never stopped.
A couple years later, she called me one evening with a homework question. (Her mom had told her to call me as her dad was unavailable.) She said, “The question is ‘How many millimeters are in a centimeter?’ but I don’t know what a millimeter is and I don’t know what a centimeter is.” I had to concede that it would be a difficult problem indeed without these two bits of data. It was like an Erika preview.
Perhaps the best story is from Girls Camp 2007. Amanda reports that several of the older girls were discussing the commercial series “Messin’ with Sasquatch” from a beef jerky company. The girls all laughed along as the various episodes were summarized. After several such tales, our friend, puzzled, asked Amanda, “What, exactly, is Sasquatch?” Amanda said, “You know, Big Foot?” The girl said, “Oh. I thought you were talking about the fruit.”
Next time they come over I have got to remember to have squash on the table so I can ask her to pass the sasquatch. Oh, Meat-girl is the best.
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