With the kiddiewinks having the week off because of Thanksgiving, we enjoyed a duel barrel sleepover last night. Maile and Jackson have friends that happen to be brother and sister, so we had them both over for the evening last night. As per usual at the GoFast household, we all sat down for dinner to enjoy each others company. I could tell right away that this would not be the typical repast. As it makes the wifeage uncomfortable, I asked one of the little guests to lead us in prayer before the meal. Something we don't do, but I like to whip it out there whenever we have somebody new to the table. The little boy guest said that they normally didn't do that ritual. So I said I'd do what we normally did and they could join in if they liked. At that point I stood up, waved my arms about my head and yelled, "meatballs on the ceiling!!" They giggled and immediately joined in. My kids, ever leery of the various ways I can embarrass them, were somewhat relieved when their guests didn't vomit in horror. They also jumped up and did the what will now become a nightly pagan ritual. The wifeage, in a rare show of solidarity joined right in.

Then we sat back down and started talking about the day. I asked the girl guest who her teacher was at school and she replied, "Mrs. Schmidt." I said, "oh, she's the one that can actually unlock her jaw and eat the head of any little kid who misbehaves...right?" She thought for a moment and then said, "no, I think you mean Mrs. Simmons. She ate a little boys head last week." And without missing a beat, the little boy guest added, "that's not entirely true. She only ate half and is saving the other half in her freezer for later." Which lead me to believe that the dinner conversation that happens at their table on a nightly basis maybe weirder than the one that my family engages in. No doubt, these two are welcome anytime as the belly laughs were coming fast and frequent.

And then, completely out of the blue (well not really as the stereo was on), the two little guests started belting out JBJ's Living on a Prayer in perfect rhythm with the song on the stereo. Shockingly not missing a word of the most prolific song of our time. My little ones looked at me and the wifeage as if to say, "how come we don't sing JBJ at the dinner table." It's only a matter of time now. My kids will be prepared for life like the little guests I had to the table last night. Anyway, hope you are well.

Johnny GoFast