Any requests for dinner this week?
Anything you don’t make yourself so you want to have before you go?
Chicken? Fish? Grilled cheese?
Whatever you want is fine with me.
Apple cake or honey cake?
Anything you want, Mom.
Some people would assume you are the Most Easy Going Kid on the planet. (You’re not, I checked.)
Other people might assume you are singularly focused on your phone and had no idea what I said. (You probably were buried in your phone, but you surfaced enough for the conversation. I checked.)
Still others might assume that you are doing your best to drive your Beloved Mother crazy. (You weren’t. You have other tricks for doing that.)
You were just being you. And you honestly had no preference for whether we had fish or chicken.
Which was fine except for the part about you leaving for your internship in a few days and me wanting to spoil you a little before you go.
We could go out to NameOfLocalRestaurant.
I meant spoil you by cooking something you’ll remember. And we’re paying tuition, so we can’t afford NameOfLocalRestaurant.
I like shepherd’s pie…?
EXCELLENT! (Excuse me I have to go fix dinner.)