Good Old-Fashioned Ingenuity

I have to explain the picture in this post, otherwise you'll never guess.

My dad, Bear, is one of the most practical people I know - and occasionally also one of the most forgetful. Those who have ever ransacked my cupboards for seasonings know that I'm allergic to black pepper. It would have made me a cheap date in the middle ages, but in this century it's just a pain in the tush for my dad to remember he can't cook with it when I'm home. So sure enough, Christmas morning I walked through the kitchen just in time to see him peppering the prime rib he was fixing to put in the oven. Bear saw me and immediately realized he needed to remedy the situation.

Now I've asked a lot of people over the past couple days how they would de-pepper a piece of meat. I personally would have wiped it off with a damp cloth. Others would have just washed the meat. But not Bear. He vacuumed it off. Yes. Vacuumed.

No mere dustbuster for him, Bear grabbed the Hoover and the hose attachment and went to work. Mom was too stunned to stop him. Then she was laughing too hard to try.

They're so cute at that age, aren't they?