I was so upset over the fireworks on the 4th that I forgot this little giggle from earlier in the day.
We went to Brandon’s parent’s for a cook-out on the 4th because, well, thats what we always do. Unfortunately. Did I say that out loud? Oops.
Anyway … while we were there, we were discussing Sabine’s transition into solids. I commented that the only thing she REALLY hated was peaches. Now, Brandon’s dad sometimes pulls things out of his ass. I don’t really know if he believes these things or not, but he makes some pretty nonsensical remarks about health subjects occasionally. Ok, often times. This is made even funnier by the fact that BIL is a PA.
The conversation went something like this:
Me — Yeah, Sabine has been a really good eater. The only thing she isn’t keen on are peaches.
FIL — Thats just as well.
Me — *Confused look* Why is that?
FIL — You know, peaches can cause Polio.
Me — *More confused look*
At this point I look at BIL, who is conviniently exiting the room. I have no back-up. I can delve deeper into this remarkable new found peach-polio connection, or I can keep my damn mouth shut. I choose the later because, well, its quicker and less painful.