George Foreman Grill

The returning year when we arrived back again to visit my mother, we were welcomed at the door with hugs and kisses. She immediately started asking us whether or not we had had enough to eat and if we were hungry. She then began to fire up the george foreman grill until my newly married husband told her he would cook. She was not too pleased with the idea but she let him do it anyway. He was a good cook and always spoiled me with a delicious dinner. All throughout dinner my mother kept pestering us about how she wanted us to take the grill for ourselves. We started making up excuses as always about how we don't have room for it and that she needs it for herself, and also how we would never use it. She was not too pleased with our answer.
After supper we decided to return to our bedroom for some peace and quiet. My husband wrapped his legs around me and made a hissing noise, george foreman grill, george foreman grill. I giggled about our joke. I asked him, "maybe we should take the grill this time"? With his response of, "that's not what you said last year when I proposed the idea". I had changed mind mine since last year, I figured it was time to make my mother happy and take the grill away from her. I fully understood it had been our joke for years but sometimes it's more important to make someone else happy. My mother had always been trying to give us that silly grill because my husband is such a good cook.
The next morning at breakfast, what else should I have been expecting but my mother had the grill out and began pestering us about how we should take it. Then my husband looks at her and says alright. My mother's eyes opened wide and let out a big "really?", as if she was an eight year old girl being told she could have a pony. "Yes really, we will take it from you". She couldn't believe all that we had just said. When the words finally hit her, she ran up and started wrapping the grill as if it were a Christmas present. "Mom, you don't need to wrap it", as she was just adding the finishing touches. She was too caught up in her own world to even hear what I was saying. My mother always remember that year when we came over, because she finally got us to take the grill that we will be joking about for years to come.