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My girls are really good girls.  I remember when they were toddlers, and I would say “No, no” as they were headed toward a potted plant (or some other something that was off limits.)  And they would turn and look at me, smile, and come to me.  “What?”  “Did my child just listen to me?”  “Do children really do that?”

My son NEVER listened to me as a toddler.  I would say, “Ben, No, No.”  as he headed for a the dog food bowl, and he would turn and smile sweetly, and then crawl as fast as lightening.  He would have a hand full of dog food in his mouth before I could reach him.  He used to crawl like he had a motor attached.  And I was pregnant.  With twins.

I am going to have so much fun with him as a teenager.

Anyway, I asked my girls to clean their room the other day.  And I didn’t need to ask twice.

When they were done, I performed the time honored tradition passed down to me from my own mother.

The Inspection.

Did your mother do inspections?

My mother was the master and queen of all inspectors.   No, she didn’t don a white glove and give the furniture a swipe to see if it was properly dusted…  she just used her finger.

And she would say “It better shine like the top of the Chrysler building.”  ala Miss Hannigan.  We lived in terror of her inspections.

Sure, I can thank her now, because let me me tell you, this girl knows how to clean.

Anyway, I enjoyed inspections so much, I do them now with my own children.  And I get the feeling, they love them as much as I did.

“Let me see here…  very nice girls.”

“It looks wonderful.”  “Well done.”

“Wait a minute… what that?”  “Is that Spiderman’s foot sticking out from under the bed?”

Well, I guess that goes to show, even the best of us will try to pull a fast one if they think the inspector isn’t up to snuff.

I have a new favorite song, thanks to the Lyle Lovett/John Hiatt concert we went to this past weekend.  But, unfortunately, I can’t get the dang song out of my head.  It may just beat out “Fat Babies Have No Pride” for my favorite Lyle Lovett song.  So without further ado:

Keep it in your Pantry

My dear I have something to ask you
And I’ll try to get it right
You’ve heard the Light Crust Doughboys
All sing of Martha White
Oh the way to someone’s heart dear
That old expression’s true
So as long as we’re apart
Here’s my request of you:

Don’t cheat on me with cornbread,
Don’t cheat on me with beans
And don’t cheat on me with bacon, cooked up with collard greens
Don’t cheat on me with biscuits with jelly sweet and blue
Keep it in that place where
you know you will be true

Keep it in your pantry ( x 8 )

I hate that I am leaving
And leaving you behind
But soon I’ll be returning
With a healthy appetite
Oh and if you are not hungry
as you once were before
I’ll know you have betrayed me
behind that kitchen door

Keep it in your pantry ( x 8 )

I’ve dined the whole world over
I’ve had the fries of France
The melons of Verona
The sausage of Gdansk

No matter where I’ve been to,
From Shepard’s Bush to Rome
Nothin’s quite as tasty as what’s cookin’ right at home

Keep it in your pantry ( x 8 )

Thanks to T&Jam for the lyrics.

And you can head over to T&Jam to hear an Audio Clip.  But don’t blame me if it get’s stuck in your head.