There’s a boy in my son’s second grade class who is constantly making up stories. And my son, bless his heart, believes every word he says. Most recently, my son reported, this boy made up a new crayon color, sent it to Crayola, and they are going to start putting in their box of 64.
I had to explain to him that sometimes other people don’t always tell the truth. “You mean he LIED??”, he asked, horrified. “Well, this is more like a tall tale”, I told him. So now he’s never sure he wants to tell me the latest from the tall tale teller, ’cause he knows I probably won’t believe him. Bless his heart.
My husband’s favorite food is cereal. He could eat it for every meal and snack, with a little chocolate thrown in for good measure, and never get tired of it. Doesn’t allow me much room for creativity, does it?
Thankfully, he is willing to change it up at dinnertime and eat what I cook. Lucky for him, he can now get his vitamins from something other than the powdered ones sprayed on his Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
His second favorite food is shrimp, which was his only request for our wedding reception (after being told we couldn’t have a cereal bar). He loves them in any form (except jumbo) and any flavor, but loves them the most with a big helping of creamy grits.