Last night I stabbed myself while brushing my teeth and started to bleed – Rohan was watching me. I started to crinch from hurting.
me: ouch, ouch, that hurt!!! <actively suppressing bad cuss words>
Ro<in a forgiving voice>: that’s OK, daddy! It’s OK when you’re hurting a bit.
WHAT!? Not quite the reaction I was expecting, but sweet intentions nevertheless. 🙂 He was trying to comfort me.
At lunch:
Ro: what’s that?
me: that’s chicken, try it, it’s yummy.
Ro: <chewing happily>: I like chicken!
At a friend’s place with free roaming chicken:
Ro: what are the birds called?
me: they’re chickens!
Ro: <smiling and with high confidence>: *that’s* no chicken, daddy – we eat chicken!
me: Exactly! They’re chickens. And we eat them.
Ro: <confused, and a little mad>: *NO*, we don’t eat birds, we eat chicken!
me: but the chicken meat we eat comes from these birds. They give their lives for us. They’re very good birds. That’s why we need to be very thankful that we have food!
Ro: No, dad, they’re birds! They’re no chicken. <runs off>
Alternate reality can be bliss.
Today at dinner:
Ro: Daddy, you’re 40 and I’m 4.
me: not quite yet, Ro. You’ll be 4 in May!
Ro: … and you’ll be 41!
me: that’s right!
Ro: and then you’ll be 100!
me: not sure, if I’ll ever be 100 – maybe.
Ro: and then you’ll be breaking the house.
me: !???
Ro: you’ll have grown so big that your head will break the door and you’ll break the ceiling when you stand up!
me: Ahhh, that’s funny, Ro! Maybe I’ll stop growing then 🙂
Ro: Growing up takes too long!
me: But you’re a big boy already, you’re three!
Ro: <big grin> Yes, daddy, but I want to be an adult. How old are adults?
me: adults are 21 and older.
Ro: 100!
me: no, not 100. At that age we’re probably dead!
Ro: NO!
me: yes, Ro, people die when their bodies get old. We all *do*.
Ro: But not *you*, daddy!?
me: even me, — eventually.
Ro: <scared, confused>
me: but not for a long time – I’ll be always  there for you – always!
Ro: <relieved smile> what happens after we die?
me: I don’t know.
Ro <smiling>: We come back!!
me: maybe, but we don’t know. We believe we come back, but we don’t know.
Ro: I’ll come back with you. – If you don’t know how, you can hold my hand, daddy and I’ll show you!
<that’s when I lost my voice from being too moved by his sweetness>
This rainy Saturday morning we threw together ingredients from the fridge and herb garden and were rewarded with an amazing tasting omelet:
three eggs
two giant collard leafs, de-vein and chiffonade,
half red bell pepper diced
four stock of asparagus, sliced, tips uncut
one firm tomato, diced
one thai chili pepper, minced
one table spoon butter
one table spoon olive oil
three sprigs of rosemary
three sprigs of flat leave parsley
szecuan pepper con to taste (tea spoon)
ancho chili powder to taste
salt
2 tbsp milk
In large skillet melt butter, add olive oil, add collard, red bell and asparagus. Sautee for 2 min.
Add tomato, add spices, sautee for 2 more minutes
Add eggs, half the rosemary, half the parsley finely chopped, add milk
Cook until eggs are done, but not dry.
Serve with garnish of other half of rosemary and parsley
Route detail
Airport
AUS AUSTIN, TX
AUSTIN-BERGSTROM INTL AIRPORT
407.6 nm 024 true heading
BENTONVILLE, AR
BENTONVILLE MUNI/LOUISE M THADEN FIELD
The museum is just 3 miles away from the airport.
A perfect week-end trip with our Tiger – 3.5h each way.
Mommy: Ro wait, I’ll just shut down the engine.
Ro: !?
Mommy: “shut down” means “stopping”.
<pause>
Ro: Does “shut up” mean “starting”?
About a week ago we all went to the local store to buy stuff in preparation of Christmas. Amongst other things we bought four rolls of XMas gift wrap, which Ro went on to play with (think swords) inside the store, before checkout.
Fast forward to yesterday, when he was playing with his toys in front of the tree, that had many wrapped gifts already underneath it.
Ro: Daddy, I like the box with the robots, can I have it?
me: That’s for XMas, you can have it on XMAS eve, if you were good.
Ro: can I also have this? <pointing to another box wrapped in a XMas gift wrap with robots on it>
me: That’s also for you, for XMas.
Ro: <smiling, and looking now carefully at all the boxes under the tree>
me: <pointing to another gift of his, wrapped in a paper that we bought in the store with him> Would you like this one, too for XMas?
Ro: … <examining the package>: NO.
me: <surprised> NO!?
Ro: I don’t want rolls.
me: <startled>. ammm, what rolls?
Ro: The ones we bought at the store the other day.
me: Ahh, no Ro, there are no rolls inside the box, Santa just used the paper to wrap the gift!
Ro: Ah, then I want it, but I’ll save it for another Christmas.
me: you want to save it for next XMas?
Ro: Yes!
me: OK, then we’ll save it.
At the Day Care parking lot:
Ro: Dad, why are you going to the bending spot?
me: Where do I go?
Ro: To the bending spot! Usually we park at the door, but today you’re going to the bending spot!
<Day Care has a drive through for drop-off, that can be quite crowded around 9am, and a parking lot around it>
me: Ahh, you mean the parking spot? The drive through is too busy this morning and there’s no room, so I have to park. I need to turn to get into this parking spot!