Friday, May 30, 2008
Dominic: Do you have papaya?
Me: Yes. I have papaya, banana, strawberries, blueberries...
Dominic: Just papaya. And the other stuff you put in the smoothies. In the special cup.
The special cup. What does that mean today? In this instance it was the tupperware version of a martini glass. Some days it is the tall skinny glasses with the polka dots. I no longer have to cross my fingers and hope to guess correctly, though. He uses his words.
When Dominic was two or three, he would bounce down the stairs to breakfast, all smiles and good cheer. I'd set him out a bowl & spoon and bring his favorite cereal to the table, only to see him crumple into a desperate, tearful, hitched-breathing, inconsolable creature.
What? What's the matter? What?
45 minutes later: I wanted a different spoon!
Dominic. A work in progress. Aren't we all?