We go out to my mom's house for dinner every Sunday evening. Certain things have become tradition; while at my mom's, we always watch America's Funniest Home Videos and playing a game of cards is almost always a given. I consider those "traditions". We also have other traditions for different holidays and such. But one such tradition was unknown to everyone... except my mom, apparently.
On Halloween, which fell on Sunday this year, we learned of this said tradition. As we sat there, eating our delicious soup that my mom had made, she casually mentioned to my grandpa that she always made chili every year on Halloween. My sister and I were sitting next to each other, across from Mom and Grandpa. We both whipped our heads around to look at each other as if to say, "She did?"
I don't know how to get the humor of this situation in a blog entry but just for the sake of having it written, I just have to. Kortney, my sister, and I laughed and laughed. My poor mom looked at us and declared that it was true. She always made chili on Halloween. I don't know where Kortney and I were every Halloween when this chili was being served, all I know is that neither of us remember chili on Halloween... ever! In an effort to get my dad on her side, my mom turned to him and said, "Didn't I? I made chili every Halloween."
We about died when my dad smirked and said, "Uh-huh, sure!" My dad's cousin and his wife happened to be there that night too. I'm pretty sure they didn't think it was nearly as funny as we did. But my poor mom was just fighting to make us remember this tradition and it just wasn't working. The next thing I know, I've got a breadstick flying at my head and birdie finger flying my way also. Oh Mom, I love you! She just happens to remember things that no one else remembers, and I mean no one else. She's so funny. Love her!
I may not remember the chili but my family has got some pretty fun traditions. I hope to get some of them written here. They mean a lot to me.