Last Friday, shortly after 7 P.M.
me (slumping down on the couch): Keoni, where do you want to eat? What would you like to eat?
Keoni (my 5... er, 6-year old who is busily drawing on his magnetic sketchpad, not looking up at me): Uuuuhhhh...
He insists that he is already 6 years old because this is the year he turns 6. His birthday is in December. And besides, all of his classmates have already turned 6 years old.
me (tummy growling slightly): Heaven & Eggs? Shakey's?
Keoni (nodding decidedly but still not looking up): Shakey's, shakey's, yes!
me (small sigh): OK, Shakey's. You like chicken?
Keoni (now looks up): No.
me: Mojos only?
Keoni (looks back down, probably glad to have averted a disaster): Yes. And pepperoni pizza.
me: OK. (I look at the clock) Let's go now, I'm hungry.
Keoni (looks up, unsure if he's hungry): Uuuuhhhh...
me (looking at Rochelle, our super nanny): What time is the laundry delivery coming again?
Rochelle: They said around 9.
It's almost 8. I toy with the idea that I could scoot two little boys to a pizza restaurant 15 minutes away, order then eat fast enough before the laundry delivery service drops in.
me (to Keoni): Let's wait for the laundry to come then we'll go to Shakey's, OK? (half-expecting him to protest)
Keoni: OK.
He finishes drawing what looks like Optimus Prime and Bumblebee. And anyway, he wrote "Optimus Prime" and "Bumblebee" beneath each figure.
2 comments:
Such a mundane snippet of your life pero you know, I enjoyed reading it. *hugs nikkifoo*
yah i know, and it's one of the usual conversations i have with keoni ;P when you become a mom, you'll understand ;) i'll put up more of these intelligent discussions i have with my sons hahahaha...
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