Without consulting each other, the following was spoken:
Skeeter - "Mommy, what is that HORRIBLE smell?"
Scooter - "Mommy, what is THAT smell?"
Skipper - "Uck, what you cookin Mama?"
It was Pork & Sauerkraut. Daddy's homemade kraut! And I threatened them. The more you complain, the more helpings you'll get. And DADDY will give the helpings. (He does not proportion according to Blossom age, size and birth order, as Mommy does.) They ate it. They ate it all. They weren't even at the table for hours! Victory. I wonder what I can do to get that smell out of the house before people start stopping over...
