Last night Nicholas asked if we could have dinner 'like in a restaurant.' "Bring the bread first. And then we'll wait a really long time for the rest of the food." Christopher has been requesting a candlelight dinner. So at 5:30 p.m. we lit candles in the dining room and ate "restaurant style."
Today I asked Nick if he wanted an egg for breakfast.
Nick: Yes, on a French muffin.
Angela: English muffin?
Nick: Yeah, an English muffin. Scramble it and make it like a sandwich.
Angela: We don't have any English muffins. How about toast?
Nick: (Sighs) Fine. Scrambled on toast. With an orange. And a bowl of cereal. And some orange juice.
Anything else, Nicholas?
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It's a life that one becomes easily accustomed to.
"Let's play restaurant" used to be words I dreaded. Either because I was the waitress or there was a giant mess in the kitchen.
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