Brian had forgotten to nab the 'quick sandwich' off the kitchen counter, to eat before heading to Papa 'Honey's' the other evening. So en-route, he asked me to open the package of cracker 'sandwiches' which had been riding around in the van, for him. "They're peanut butter". "I know, but I have to have something".
So holding them to my side,
so that they could not be viewed from either of the car seats behind
us, I ever so silently opened the package and palmed him one. With
undetectable stellar moves, he put it in his mouth and ate it. Then
Then from behind me I hear, "Yumma" (Elliot's current
name for me), "Food please". Brian and I exchange a quick questioning
look as I ask, "What buddy?" "FOOD Please!!"
Little guy had
picked up the faint scent of the peanut butter and wanted some. Brian
nodded and I passed one back to Elliot and then one to his sister, who
of course wanted in on it.
"Remind me not to buy that kind
again" Brian commented, "they taste horrible to adults and give their
existence away to young children".
Byron was having stomach
issues that evening and part way home he announced, that he got to be
the first one to use the bathroom, once we arrived home. About fifteen
minutes later, out of the blue, Analyse loudly asks, "Daddy, you still
doing o-kay holding it?" There is no explaining to a just turned four
year old, why that was funny.
G-pa's pool is now open, the chemicals have been added and Sunday we head back to clean the surrounding patio and swim.