Thursday, April 12, 2012
butter fingers
So I see a tiny finger reach behind my almost wilting jug pitcher of flowers left from Easter; they dip into the soft room temperature butter, retrieving a tablespoon sized glob. Doggedly picking at my own dinner I pretend not to notice. Several minutes later the lad proudly announces and shows off, "look at my butter." Top side of his whole grain peanut butter n jelly glistening in the evening sun. I smile.
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Okay, I don't have the poetic sense, at all, but this reminded me, for some reason, of an experience about two months ago at a Panera Bread in Asheville, NC.
Some little guy, maybe three or four, just had a little freak-out when he was handed his cookie: "LOOK AT THE SIZE OF MY COOKIE! LOOK AT IT! HOW COME YOU DON'T MAKE COOKIES LIKE THIS? LOOK AT IT!"
Kid had his priorities straight! Remember when the size of your cookie made your day? Now I'm like, "Hooray! I got through the night without a terror/anxiety dream about work!" which isn't quite the same.
Yea, kids have the life....sorry bout the nightmares they can really suck....
Thanks for commenting.. lets hope for lots of cookies and butter in heaven.
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