My son, My mentor
March 10th, 2007 | by Paolo |As my wife and I were kibitzing over how garam masala got cooked into the taco meat instead of cumin, my son, from the kitchen table where he was busily devouring a bowl of cottage cheese, said:
“Dad, you don’t need to bother Mommy. That’s my role.”
Thank goodness someone’s got the job covered.
4 Responses to “My son, My mentor”
By Gigi on Mar 10, 2007 | Reply
*guffaw*
Ah, he’s coming along nicely. Soon you’ll be able to let him deal with telemarketers!
By Paolo on Mar 11, 2007 | Reply
Three-year-olds are far more interesting than infants. Thank god.
By Angus on Mar 13, 2007 | Reply
Was he really ‘devouring’ the cottage cheese? Or was he just eating it?
By Paolo on Mar 13, 2007 | Reply
Well, I measured the spoon-scoop volume and bowl-to-mouth transfer velocity with my devour-o-meter, and, to be honest, it was off the scale.
I didn’t want to brag before, but since you push the issue, the devour-o-meter actually read: “Scarf-o-Rama!”