Fondue Night
It took Jay (apparently) 38 years to have fondue. It took Thane less than 3.
When Rachel texted me and asked if we liked fondue, I responded that that was equivalent to asking me, “Do you like air?”
Our new tradition of pizza night was another success. Kids had endless fun. Then the special treat came out. Have you ever seen 4 under 4 eat fondue? Wow. Now that is an adventure!
They had their own little table with ramekins filled with chocolate fondue. Bananas. Strawberries. Pound Cake. Yum! I will say that I think the kids were better at working with the pound cake than Justin was, whose pound cake kept crumbling every time it went into the pot.
I stripped Mara down before the chocolate feast started. Good thing. There was chocolate everywhere. Trying to get melted chocolate off of little hands while making sure other little hands don’t touch your clothes is quite a task.
The aftermath of fondue night
We had three moments of quiet during the evening. Once, when the pizza was first served on the little table. Next when fondue came out and we were demonstrating proper fondue technique (to 3 year olds). Then, surprisingly, after the fondue. We figured there was about 20 minutes of calm before the sugar kicked in so we took that time to go for ours. We were right. The mayhem, or Timbits as Jay calls it, started as we were finishing dunking our bananas (and Justin was searching for his pound cake).
For future reference, if you are going to lose an hour for daylight savings time anyway, might as well do it with 3 bottles of wine and fondue the night before, and really have a lazy Sunday morning.
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