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Birth Of A Tradition

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Several years ago, my niece and nephew who live in Canada flew down to visit one week in July.  At the time, they were 10 and 13, respectively.

Other than twice-yearly visits up north to see family, I had never spent a significant amount of one-on-one time with them other than to take them out a few hours for lunch and a bit of shopping.  I was apprehensive about the thought of entertaining both of them for an entire week, and I wanted things to go well for all of us.  Fortunately, we all had a really good time.

On our last full day together, we slept in, and that put us behind schedule for the remainder of the day.  That evening, we were sitting in front of the television playing a video game.  I glanced at my watch, saw that it was past 7:00, and realized that we hadn’t had dinner, yet.  I didn’t feel like making anything, and then it occurred to me that a piece of fruit pie would taste really good right about then.

I momentarily questioned the appropriateness of feeding my niece and nephew pie for dinner, but then decided that, a.)  I had done a pretty good job of feeding them healthy food during their stay, and b.)  part of my duty as their aunt was to allow them to do a few things they might not normally be allowed to.  And the decision was made!  What follows is our conversation:

Me:  “Hey, are you guys getting hungry?”
Niece:  “Yes.”
Nephew:  “Kinda.”
Me:  “Anybody interested in pie for dinner?”

Boy, did that get their attention!  Eyes widened and jaws dropped.

Niece:  “Ooh!  Pie for dinner!  Yay!”
Nephew:  “Seriously?”
Me:  “Of course I’m serious.  I do not play around when it comes to pie. Would your parents let you have pie for dinner?”
Both of them:  “No!”
Me:  “Then we’re having pie for dinner!  Put on your shoes and let’s go!”

We drove to a local pie and sandwich shop.  My nephew – he of gargantuan appetite – ordered a 6″ diameter fruit pie.  It was served in four slices with a scoop of vanilla ice cream in the middle.  He got through the ice cream and two of the four slices before reluctantly setting down his fork and admitting defeat.  He then apologized profusely for wasting my money.

“No problem!” I told him.  “We can eat the rest for breakfast tomorrow.”

Niece:  “This is fun!  We should have pie for dinner on the last night every time we visit.”
Me:  “Done!”

And so a tradition was born.

My niece and nephew will be visiting soon.

Will we have pie for dinner their last night?  You betcha!


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