More Blankets

My son, Blanket and I are busy knitting blankets.  His is  cool green with silver  and mine is bright autumn squares of alternating patterns.  We sit in the new recliners, and Chester the dog whines.  He is sent to the patio, returns and rubs his end on the rug.  "Why is he doing that?", Blanket asks.  I think about how that might feel, "If your butt itches, I guess you would do it too!."
"That's nasty, Mom!!!!"  
Weslee is not home yet, my daughter, Parmisan, has been playing Farmville for hours.   I suggest, "I bet the first thing Weslee says is, 'What's for supper!' "  Finally Parmisan gets up and starts baking the pumpkin.  She will also roast the seeds for a snack.  I go shred some zucchini, freeze it in baggies for baking later.  Sure enough, when Weslee enters the first words out of his mouth are, "What's for supper... what's so funny?" We are all laughing.
I suggest cereal,  zucchini or pumpkin puree.  He makes an ugly face.
Blanket is peeling an apple, Parmisan is loudly crunching into one.   "Honey crisp apples are really juicy, why not have one?  In fact, bring me one!"
He is juggling the apple and it rolls onto the carpet.  Blanket rolls his eyes, "Right where Chester was rubbing his rear!"   We all shout in unison, "Rinse off that apple!"  He brings it back soaking wet, I ask him to do better, and he washes it with soap.  He brings it back, "See, it smells really nice, now!"  It still had bubbles on it, so I ask him to rinse it again.  "How about you get me another one, rinse it, and I save that and peel it for later."
"I'll make a sign and put 'peel this' on it."
"No, just get me another apple."
The second apple tastes like an apple, not soapy, or nasty, just wonderful like a honey crisp apple should.
I think I will  shampoo the carpet for the holidays.