The Macaroni Kid

Jeffrey and I were talking the other night, and we were remembering funny things from our childhood. Yes, we have funny memories! Who wouldn't with Jeffrey in their life? Anyway, during the summer (until the year I turned 12 or so) Mom was still working, and we stayed home. We would wake up, make our beds, get dressed, brush our teeth and go start cleaning the house. Wait a minute! Michael and I would wake up, make our beds, and at least get dressed. The other stuff....that may have been a stretch. Jeffrey would hopefully wake up. It stops there. Then at 9:00 every morning Mom would call to ask if we were awake, which if we hadn't been we were then because she called! She would also ask if we had made our beds, and I guess Michael and I had such a belief that mom not only had eyes in the back of her head, but she had them in the walls or something, so we always made our bed before the 9:00 call, so just in case she could see in our rooms from her job in an office downtown, she would know we weren't lying. Jeffrey on the other hand was smarter than we were and would tell her he had made his bed, but wait until about 10 min before she would get home to actually make it! Anyway, our favorite meal was macaroni and cheese...not the Kraft brand, but Hytop. Yes, we actually liked the Hytop better and to this day I don't buy Kraft Macaroni and Cheese! Well, everybody knows that boiling the water is boring, and putting the raw noodles in the water is also boring, but more fun than boiling the water. Stirring is a little bit of action, but the BEST part of making macaroni and cheese is putting the cheese in! Never mind that it isn't actually cheese, or a cheese substitute.....it's powder for crying out loud! That is what makes it so much fun. So everyday when we would make macaroni and cheese we were supposed to (according to mom) take turns putting the cheese in the macaroni. But Jeffrey would take the cheese packet and run around the house with it crying about how it was his turn, or hide it from us so we couldn't make the macaroni unless we let him put the cheese in. He would actually call mom at work and LIE about me and Michael and cry to mom that it was his turn to put the cheese in. What a baby!!!!! Mom should have recognized that everyday Jeffrey was calling her with the same complaint and it couldn't possibly be his turn again! She probably did know, but just wanted to get him to be quiet, so she asked us to let Jeffrey put the cheese in. Being the angel children that we were (not Satan's spawn like Jeffrey) we graciously allowed him to pour the cheese into the macaroni....the only problem was that Jeffrey would shake that powder so hard only a miniscule amount actually made it into the macaroni...the rest was all over the counter and floor, and our macaroni was not very cheesy. Maybe that is why I don't like Kraft....it is cheesy!