Mrs. Moylan was a friend of my mother’s.
She had a gazillion kids.
She was ALWAYS pregnant.
That has nothing to do with this story, actually, so I don’t know why I’m relating it.
Except that’s how I remember her.
She and my mother would often trade babysitting favors for each other.
I liked it when Mrs. Moylan would babysit me because it meant I got to go to their house.
And it usually included lunch.
This led to a little game we played.
It went like this:
She would say, “It’s time for lunch! What would you like?”
Then she would list my choices—PB&J sandwich, tuna salad sandwich, bologna sandwich, cheese sandwich, or……..egg salad sandwich with the crusts cut off. (My mother was in favor of crusts. I didn’t agree with this philosophy.)
Mrs. Moylan knew I was going to ask for egg salad, even though I knew I shouldn’t have it, and she knew she was going to offer it.
But we went through this ruse every time!
And then, after I had eaten the sandwich she would say in mock horror, “Oh no! You’re not supposed to have eggs! I forgot! Don’t tell your mother! It will be our little secret!” And she would wink.
Except I would hear her telling my mother when she came to pick me up, so I knew it was a game we all played.
I remember thinking how silly grownups were.
But I got an egg salad sandwich out of it!