Quick Bite: Burst Day

(some of you might already know this story from The Quiz, but a few people asked me to elaborate so here goes:)
My family waits until the last minute for everything. My cousin Liz was about eight months pregnant before the planning and preparation for her baby shower even began. By the time we reserved the room at the church, invited everyone we knew, researched different type of party games, and painstakingly crafted baby-themed gift baskets and decorations, poor Liz was already busting at the seams.

Despite the event’s tardiness, the shower went extremely well. The room looked fantastically festive, the food was delicious, and a ton of people showed up, even Nagymama!

Of course, as soon as Nagymama stepped through the door, she pushed everyone to the side, and hustled towards Liz with a beautifully gold wrapped box with a big red bow on it. She immediately stuffed the present in Liz’s hand, kissed her on the cheek, and yelled, “Hoppy Burst-day!”

Everyone laughed and assumed that Nagymama was joking, until she walked over to us and loudly muttered in Hungarian, “Boy, Liz got really fat.”

Must have been that 8 pound baby she had for dinner, huh, Nagy?

Photo by Neil Gould