The other night I asked Gabe what he wanted to eat for dinner. We happened to be on the tail end of a 4 hour drive home from Northern VA, so Taco Bell was our restaurant of choice that night. Gabe said..."Not Taco Beelll," with that little whiny emphasis on the 'Bell' that kids somehow learn. I asked him what he wanted instead and he thought for a second before giving a little click of his tongue and listing his menu of choice: "I just want some peppers, and cucumbers and cheese and pretzels and pepperonis and marshmallows." Sooo, I told him that sounded great but we'd just go to Taco Bell first. He must have been hungrier than he thought, because as soon as we pulled through to order, he sounded desperately anxious for a taco of some sort. He got a soft taco and ate half of it before the lettuce started grossing him out (it's funny how I can tell what he is thinking...but really, I can!) and he told me that he would just eat the rest of it at home and watch t.v. Yup. The man has a plan.
Anyway, we got home and I offered him the other half of his taco, which I already knew he would decline. Then, being the sweetly spoiled only-child that he happens to be, I proceeded to cut up some peppers and cheese and line them up on a plate with some pretzels and pepperoni. I set them down at his place at the table and he climbed up into his chair to eat. He looked at his plate, then looked up at me with a happy smile (like I had read his mind or something ;) and he said "Thanks for this dinner, Mom." He then ate each course with such care and enjoyment. First the peppers, then the cheese, then each and every pretzel before polishing off all 6 pieces of pepperoni. Wanna know what dessert was? 10 mini marsmallows. And he shared 3 with me. What a sweetie!
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