Gobble You Up!

The Sunday afternoon while Dad was here, we went to Strines for lunch. There, while trying to impress upon Maia the importance of not yelping and shrieking while we were waiting for our dinner, Papi told her a tale inspired by the menu. This was The Great and Gory tale of the Giant Yorkshire Pudding who lived in a shed at the bottom of the pub garden. We had to be careful not to make too much noise, as we didn't want to wake him up, because then he would eat us all up! (And to think I was debating the morals of telling Maia about Father Christmas two months ago. Sheesh.)

When we were playing later with the cool Zoibs clicky things that Papi bought for Maia, somehow The Giant Yorkshire Pudding (from now on, known as TGYP) made an appearance. I am not sure at which point Maia decided that Papi was TGYP, nor how she came to the conclusion that they best way of dealing with the TGYP was to pour gravy over him (so he went all floppy and couldn't catch her) but that is where we were. The clicky things abandoned, we played a very odd game of Lady Bringing Food and Chief Gravy Pourer (Maia), The Giant Yorkshire Pudding (Papi) and The Lady Trying Not to Collapse with Mirth in the Corner (me).

Every time Maia would retreat to get more gravy, Papi would roar and make gobbley noises. Maia would shriek with terrified delight and rush over and pour over a jug of imaginary gravy to incapacitate TGYP.

All very odd. And very, very funny.