Tonight, The Husband was out and the kids were hanging out with me in the kitchen while I got dinner ready. While I was stirring the sauce for the pasta, I grabbed a cup and filled it to the top with crushed ice and then poured Diet Coke in. I love Diet Coke. I don’t drink coffee or tea ever, so it’s my one source for a caffeine boost and at the end of the day (but not necessarily every day), it just totally hits the spot. I closed my eyes and just drank.
He looked at me and said, “Apple juice for me and the Strawberry Coladas (mom note: non-alcoholic, of course).”
“What about food?” I asked. “If you could only eat or drink five things for the rest of your life, what would they be?”
He looked over at Maddie, who was plotting on how best to reach the cat food before I could reach her, and gave it some thought.
“Apple juice, the strawberry coladas … apple slices,” he answered.
“That’s three. Two more?”
“Bagels and cream cheese and salad,” he finished.
“That’s a pretty good list,” I said, pleased that he had a few good food groups in there without prompting. Someone is doing something right.
“What about you, Mama?”
“Hmmm … Diet Coke and Strawberry Coladas would be my drinks. I think for food, pasta (tortellini!), oysters and cupcakes.”
“Oh cupcakes! I think I would add cookies. Can I have six?”
“I think that’s ok. We can count apple juice and apple slices as one.”
“Oh good. I need dessert. Every day.”
The older he gets, the more fun our conversations get, and with him (or us), you never know where the topics are going to lead to. Our dinnertime tonight ended with shoelace tying practice (he just learned yesterday, to which his teacher responded with “Oh thank the Lord!” even though he’s only #5 to learn in a class of 16), what he’s going to wear for our Christmas pictures and what crafts we’re making this weekend, and that the Bethlehem we’re going to this weekend, I swear!, will not have any sightings of Mary or Jesus. I’m not sure he completely believes me, just like I’m not completely sure who this Juan Diego character from Mexico is that he kept talking about today. We can certainly learn a lot from each other! [Even though my entire school career was spent in Catholic schools, I swear I don’t think I remember learning about Juan Diego from Mexico, but Nicholas sure knew what he was talking about.]
And now, Nicholas and I want to know (and I promised him I would ask you) … what are the five food and drink items that you could happily live forever on? Consider this your annual delurking question.
P.S. And if now you’ve got the Strawberry Coladas craving like we do, here’s the recipe. I think there’s a batch
in our very near future coming this weekend.