Lasagna story #2

As an adult it was sometimes very difficult to talk with the kids on the phone. Madison and Calvin both had a habit after about two minutes of asking me the same question over and over.

"What are you doing?"

My humor fell on the wrong set of ears when I'd reply, "Talking to you!"

After having gotten in on an early Saturday night and knowing they were in town with Grandma, I called home and spoke with Madison to see how she was. No less than 45 seconds into the conversation that same question once came up.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

This time I thought I'd tell her what I was planning for the next day.

"Well, tomorrow I am going to watch the Kentucky/Florida basketball game. Do you remember ever watching basketball with grandpa?" It was the senior game for the Wildcats and fans would be saying good-bye to four seniors, so I made it the centerpiece of the weekend.

"Yes," she answered.

"Then after the game, a friend of mine is coming over to teach me how to make lasagna."

Madison replied in a condescending tone with some surprise in her voice, "You don't know how to make lasagna?" I was a little taken aback. Did she just assume that everyone knows how to make lasagna?

"Well, do you know how to make lasagna?" I shot back.

Her next comment left me momentarily perplexed.

"Did you forget that I am only five?"

"No, what are you ..." And then I realized what she was doing. "Madison ... are you making fun of me?"

"Are you mocking me?" she asked in that same tone.

"Put your mom back on the phone."

Sis got on the phone and I told her the story of what happened.

"You don't know how to make lasagna?" she asked me.