Katie and I were in Williams-Sonoma shopping for a birthday gift for Jen (it’s next Saturday) so I asked her what we should buy.
A plate with holes.
Oh, a plate with holes?
A grayish, whiteish one.
Well I don’t see any grayish whiteish plates with holes.
You are my big kid and I am the mommy. I will ask the lady.
When she asks the sales-woman for a grayish whiteish plate with holes, the woman stares at me blankly. I just shrug my shoulders. Luckily she decides to proceed in all seriousness and leads Katie to their display of porcelain dishes pointing out a heart shaped dish with holes in the bottom and a berry draining bowl.
The berry one, that is what we should get Mommy.
I was almost willing to play along and get it for Jen, but who needs a $75 berry bowl, and really it was definitely more whiteish and less grayish?
When we got home I decided that the humor far out weighed any hints that might be given and told Jen the story. Of course she had the magic decoder ring and knew Katie was talking about replacing a plate she had broken several weeks ago — one that was definitely grayish whiteish with holes (indentations). So in secret, I asked Katie if that was what she wanted to get Mommy — we have another one. She responded by looking at me like, You idiot, I’m glad you finally figured out what I was talking about. Good thing I didn’t buy the berry bowl.