Sitting around the dinner table last night, I decided to engage my 10-year old daughter in conversation…specifically, I was curious as to how a recent visit to a new playmate’s house had gone the other day….The conversation went something like this:
“How was your visit the other day to Sophie’s house?”
“Fine”, she answered. Showing all the enthusiasm in her answer that tweens are likely to show when asked inane questions at the dinner table by the parents.
“Oh…well, that’s good. Did you have fun?”
Pause…..Clearly, I will have to ask better questions to get better answers….she’s certainly not helping me here….
“So…..what did you girls do?”
“We made crack dip.”
“WHAT??!!!??!!” Okay, clearly I have misheard her, right? Of course, it didn’t help that I had just taken a big bite of a baked potato…which was smothered in butter, sour cream – and – I confess - bacon bits. So – a shower of bacon bits, wrapped in butter and encased in sour cream go spewing out of my mouth as I react to her answer….
“I’m sorry,” I said, recovering slightly. “I didn’t hear you…what did you make?”
“Don’t you mean crab dip?” I asked….
“I dunno. I thought they said it was crack dip.”
And actually, there is such a thing as “crack dip.” I had to google it to confirm it. Huh. Who knew? The things I’ve learned from my daughter….I just wish I didn’t have to learn them with a mouthful of a smothered baked potato…as that makes for a rather messy education.