I’ve never really been a puzzle person, mostly because I just don’t have the time. But at the beach house, time is a little slower and life allows for just a bit more. So in April we broke out a puzzle and started to work on it as a team each weekend.
On a side note, I will tell you that I’ve learned a bit about my amazing, poised and generous mother during this puzzle building process. When she is focused on a particular section, she
is protective possessive obsessive enjoys the challenge ahead.
Last weekend my 17 year old came back from swimming before my mother and I did. When I finally arrived, he met me at the top of the stairs with his head down. In his sweet pretend child-like voice he said, “Mommmyyyyy… ummmm…. Mommmyyyyy…. There was a little accident with the puzzllllllle….”
My eyes widened as I cupped my hand over my mouth and ever so slowly looked towards the counter. The puzzle was there, intact! I turned questioningly towards my son.
Out of his mouth spilled, “I was making my sandwich just like I always do and I wasn’t really near the puzzle I promise and then I sat down and started to eat and I noticed one of the pieces of meat was kind of chewy but I kept trying to eat it and when I realized it wasn’t meat I took it out of my mouth and… well…”
He then slowly opened his hand to reveal the following:
I started to chuckle, and then to laugh, and then by the time he finished blurting out, “I have NO IDEA HOW THOSE PUZZLE PIECES GOT IN MY SANDWICH!” I had tears rolling down my cheeks.
As for me – if there is something gross in the food, I will be the one to find it. I’ve come across fingernails, fishing line and plastic. The worst? It was a hamburger in the college cafeteria. I took my first bite and felt resistance. Hamburger still in hand, I looked down to see a hair leading from the bite still sitting in my mouth to the middle of the burger I was holding.
Yea, I know.
Have you ever found anything in your food that simply should not have been there?