They cooked up Wilbur. Well, I guess he was big enough now..
Hows that for a pig, Mrs. Darling? It's like to jump off the table any minute and walk right up to you!
Z. getting all the jello his heart desires.
The overalls and bandannas were as rednecky as I could come up with.
Now how about some redneck games?
Watermelon spitting contest, that's pretty innocent.
But wait! What else do they have in store for us?
How about bobbing for raw pig and chicken feet??
I told my kids "Don't even think about it."
They said "Don't worry, we won't!!"
Now it's the Spam eating contest. Here's E. primly surveying her dish of Spam.
S, R and I had to move downwind to keep from gagging on the smell.
Made me think of that line in Ratatoullie (I'm sure I spelled that wrong.)
"Once you get past the gag reflex.."
F. won. The poor thing. It took all my willpower not to leap across the table and beg her to stop.
"It's not worth it! I'll buy you a whole case of candy bars if you will stop!!!" Doesn't she look like she's about to cry? That was the first time my children have ever encountered Spam and I think they will be careful to give it a wide berth in the future.
But it was fun and (other than the Spam) the kids had a good time playing with their friends.
But I made sure F. had a bag or something in the car just incase that Spam decided to reappear...