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Monday, September 24, 2007

Food on the Brain

September 24, 2007
Scene 1:

I am sitting in my kitchen reading a book on Navy submarines to my 4 year old. We come to a two page spread with a cross section of a submarine.

Me: W! Look, you can see the engine room! [Pointing.] What do you think that is?

W: It's a propeller!

Me: Yes. And here is the torpedo room and the place where the sailors sleep.

[Short pause while W scans the page.]

W: Mom. Where is the kitchen?

Scene 2:

I am helping W get dressed. I pull on a new long sleeved, mocha colored shirt that looks too big to me.

Me: W, this shirt looks a little big. Are you sure you want to wear it?

W: Yes.

Me: What about your camo shirt? Why don't you wear that instead?

W: No.

Me: Are you sure? You really don't want to wear your camo shirt?

W: No, Mom. I like this shirt because it looks like chocolate ice cream.


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6 Comments:

Blogger ihearttexas said...




If there was ever any doubt that he's your son. . .

Monday, September 24, 2007

 
Blogger elphaba said...




W in 20 years: Hey, Audrey, what are we having for dinner.
A in 20 years: I'm not sure but I think I'm going to wear my maroon sweater, corduroy skirt and my brown boots.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

 
Blogger Lois E. Lane said...




...or any doubt he's my nephew!

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

 
Blogger ihearttexas said...




W in 20 years: Ok, wear that, but you'll have to change into cleaning clothes when you wash the dishes and pick up my stuff for me.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

 
Blogger girlfriday said...




One of my favorite W moments occurred during an evening spent babysitting.

JEB had just backed a loaf of fresh bread.

[I need a moment...]

As I was saying, fresh bread and my nephew, wrapped up in this delicious evening. And I was tearing off small pieces and handing them to him while he stood in the middle of the kitchen, oblivious to everything, eating as quickly as I could serve. I ate, too, without shame. It was just so good.

But that image of him, an aspiring food lover, enjoying the moment with me is there, forever, and it's mine.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

 
Blogger JEB said...




Hey, hey, hey, IHT! I'm not raising a male chauvenist pig here! What do you think this is? Texas???

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

 

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