Dinner Party

David spent his Saturday preparing for a dinner party. The guests of honor were his Great Uncle Greg and his Great Aunt Wyona. The menu included "Wookie Cookies" that he had made with his father, the recipe coming from his Jedi Knight cookbook.



He spent considerable time deciding how to decorate the table. In the end, his choice was to place carved wooden African animals around the table. Arta's beautiful tall ones at the end of the table where no one was sitting. There was a tall girafee, a lion that was prowling, a leopard, and a zebra. His set of smaller African animals were placed beside each place setting with the remaining walking around the center.

David had put a lot of thought in to where each person would sit. Like a moth attracted to a flame, he wanted to be near Wyona, but not too near. He sat her across from him with me in between at the end of the table, perhaps assuming I would intervene if he needed it.

For Wyona, he selected a lion to be at her side. When she sat down she noted how lovely it was to have an animal near her plate, but she reached out and swapped her lion for the girafee, letting him know she would rather have a long neck so that she could reach over and take things off other people's plates if she wanted what they were eating.

Thanks to whipping cream loan from Great Uncle Glen and Great Aunt Janet, David got to experience the pleasure of squirting whip cream on everyone's desert. He himself decided the lemon curd pie was too tart for him, so he had crepes and apple slices and cookies. Wyona sprayed whipping cream on the mane of the lion. He laughed and laughed. She showed him how to put a dab on a grape and pop the grape in your mouth. She even put whipping cream on her cookie. She then preformed an amazing act. She tippped her head back, and squirted whip cream straight into her mouth, the ultimate indulgence.

She asked David, would he like to try that. She had him tip his head way back and open his mouth so wide. She sprayed it into his mouth, and perhaps the button was stuck because the whip cream kept coming and coming and coming until his mouth was full and there was a Dairy Queen like high top that came up toward the sky. David's chin dropped forward and the cream was like a projectile that luckily landed right into his mother's hands. He laughed and laughed. As he went to sleep, we discussed whether we thought all that whipping cream in his mouth was an accident or a trick. David said he wasn't sure.