we call it recycling

Saturday night, Will and I are en route to a 3 hour birthday party at an indoor swimming pool.  He’s pretty dang excited.  To top it off, he’s riding in the front seat.  A position of equality and power.  He’s feeling the need to have some adult conversation up here.

Will:  MOM!  Ever since lunch today?

Oh, wait.  I should explain that earlier on Saturday my sweet parents called us out of the blue and took all four of us to lunch (I’m sure wherever in Austin my dear husband was, he was getting a free lunch too).  We went to a local barbecue place, where both my boys proceeded to eat as though I had locked them out in the backyard without food for days. As Will finished his hamburger and fries and proceeded to scavenge the crackers off of my salad, my mother took pity on him and offered him the rest of her frito pie – a full half of the bowl was left.  He practically licked it clean.  Now, where were we.  Oh yes.

Will:  MOM!  Ever since lunch today?  I keep on having these burps that taste like Nana’s lunch!

Me: Really.  That frito pie made you burp, huh?

Will: Yeah!  It’s really cool because then? It’s like I get to eat lunch again and again and AGAIN!