Why I Bring My Camera to the Supper Table

The family was settled in on the deck, happily eating hamburgers at the picnic table.  Dr. Peds was in charge of cooking.  The food was great.  (We haven't had a grilled hamburger for several months).  Suddenly, in the middle of biting his hot dog, Dr. Peds JUMPS up from the table, eyes round.  He races  over to the grill, and comes back around the corner, holding a piece of flat bread that is on fire at the end of the grill tongs in his left hand,  taking a huge bite out of his hot dog that he's holding in his right hand.  I took a picture, of course. 

Hotdogfire

Onfire

All three of our children are terrified of fire.  Seeing their father holding on to a piece of toast in flames induced massive hysteria.  Sarah and Mr. SP bolted from the table and ran down the sidewalk almost to the front of the house, wailing the whole way.  The Banana saw them leap up and started crying too.  She jumped up at a slower pace, looked down at her plate of food and quickly decided that she might as well take meal along in case she needed sustenance on the run, so she fled, plate in hand.  

I know this picture is over exposed, but it was too funny not to share.  

Fleeing

We got everyone settled back down, and to our luck, there was another piece of flat bread for Dr. Peds to grill.  It came out perfect the second time.  We all tried a piece.  

Here's a quick comparison of the two pieces:

Flatbread

Oh, the adventures around here.  They never end.  

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