The Texas Woman

Hide the fine china!

Interesting friends and good food lead to appealing conversations, I always say.

Or is it interesting conversations about good friends are always appealing?

Whichever, both were true the other evening.

Steaks were grilling over hot coals and yellow cake with Godiva chocolate icing waited to be sliced when Margie decided to tell us about a conversation with her little granddaughter.

“Out of the clear blue," Margie said, "Sissy told me that her mother told her not to show anyone her fine china.”

Cher's fine china

Now Margie has some very nice china and uses it on special occasions such as Thanksgiving and Christmas, always with the same warning to her daughters upon cleanup: “Don't put my fine china in the dishwasher. Hand wash it and put it away."

But Sissy’s mommy doesn’t have any nice tableware. With toddlers in the house, it’s just not a priority yet.

“So I said to Sissy,” Margie continued, “ ‘Fine china? What china was Mommy talking about?’ ”

“You know, Grandmaw,” the child replied.

“I’m afraid I don’t know,” Margie countered.

“Yes, you do,” Sissy insisted.

“No, I don’t,” Margie doggedly repeated.

“Grandmaw!” Sissy said pointing to her lap. “This fine china!”

Apparently, vagina wasn’t in Sissy’s young vocabulary but the little girl knew a thing or two about fine china - put it away and keep it hidden!

True story!