Rojo had a great day today. First of all, a friend of his needed a ride to school, and he needed it early. The earlier the better in Rojo's book, so he threw open the door at 6:40 AM and eagerly greeted his guest. He gobbled down his breakfast, happy to have a new audience member. (5 pieces of bacon, two pieces of toast with both garlic salt AND cinnamon sugar, a few rainbow-colored Goldfish, and a couple pineapple-flavored licorice. Just like at your house, right?)
By 6:50 we were out the door and headed to a Peer Mentor meeting, in which Rojo informed me he was "hosting," thus the need to be there at 7:00, and not at 7:15 when the meeting was technically scheduled to start.
On the way, in the car, he tells his friend, "This is such a great day, you need a ride, I am hosting Peer Mentors, we are going to play Christmas charades, and there is pizza for lunch! Ahhh... the happiness of the day never ends!"
As if that weren't enough, Nancy and I picked him up from school, took him for yogurt, AND to Costco so he could shop. I'm not even a member of Costco, but Rojo has developed "needs," so we drag poor Nancy there, too, in addition to all the other places we drag her. He told Nancy, "When I get to Costco we are going to look for pineapple-flavored licorice. Kate (at his usual yogurt shop) gave me some to take home yesterday, but I want to buy a big bag. We will find them at Costco."
Nancy told Rojo in all her many trips to Costco, she's only seen flavored--licorice once, and it was a special event, with its own portable display, etc. Rojo assured her there would be no problem. Entering Costo he instructed her to head for the candy section, despite her warnings that they didn't have it there, and if they'd have it at all, they'd have to go to a different part of the store. Not discouraged, he walked her straight to what? Oh, yea, pineapple-flavored licorice.
We are two 1.5 lb. bags of pineapple-flavored licorice richer.
The happiness of the day never ends.
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4 comments:
I love Rojo's enthusiasm. I'm not typically a fan of chirpy morning dispositions, but i have a hunch Rojo would be a rare exception.
Also, i'm pretty sure rainbow goldfish + bacon = breakfast of champions.
That boy.
And I'm loving the garlic salt thing. Wow.
I love that the day was so glorious, but I don't know how you stomach the breakfast choices. Just reading about it makes me gag - ooh, that combination.
I do have a really fond memory of standing in your kitchen as he thumped his foot against the bar and awaited his garlic toast, though. Fond, I'm certain, because I only witnessed it once instead of every single morning.
You=saint
One: I want to know if you have teasted that toast. ??
Two: No.Way.
lol :)
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