This morning at breakfast, my 4 (almost 5!) year old daughter remarked that we had to be careful with our Cheerios and milk so that we wouldn’t spill on Mommy’s nice, clean table cloth. How courteous! Then…
She tells me that Grandmom doesn’t have a table cloth on her table. She remembers this because she just returned from spending an extended weekend there. She says that Grandmom, instead, has “plate mattresses.”
I know that she meant place mats, but I found this new term to not only be really cute, but rather appropriate. Think of it: each plate has it’s own place to rest — just like a bed.
Plate mattresses. Maybe I should start marketing them.
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