Hii Mom! he projects stills 1000 feet away strutting his stuff.
I don't call back but do smile when he reaches the car door.
I burst out laughing, Are you kidding me?
I can think of 30 restrooms and 3 bakeries that were closer than Isabelle Briens.
You mean you want one of those almond croissants?
Why, yes I do, he said smirking with me.
He is nothing if not a connoisseur of musicals, soundtracks, and cinnamon rolls. A foodie after my own heart. Hers are the best, made of a legit French pate a choux rather than the heavy American pastry we settle for on Sundays from Panera. Don't even get me started on the almond croissants.
What could I say? Sure, let's go and I'll get some almond cakes for Dad. (Best gluten free pastry one could concoct.)
When do our kids learn that we will almost always say yes to a potty request? Toddlerhood? Grade school?
This is a new skill for Reid; call it theory of mind, manipulation, humor, or creative communication. Anyway you slice it, I'll take it.
“My dream went like this: I saw three wicker baskets on my head; the top basket had assorted pastries from the bakery... Genesis 40:15-17
