Saturday Smile: Could I Enjoy a Nice Rosé With My Lunch?

The other day, Kaiya, Mylee, and Cole were visiting. As is typical, they were playing with Play Doh. At one point, Mylee brought one of her creations over and asked me to guess what it was. So I began guessing, quite incorrectly I’m afraid. Finally she said, “I will give you a hint. It starts with P.” I began incorrectly guessing P words. She began getting more frustrated, and started giving me hints.

“Pu, Pu, Pu,” she said. Nothing.

“Pru, pru pru,” she continued. Nothing.

“Prush, prush, prush,” she said, thinking I must be the biggest ignoramus of all time. Nothing.

Finally, she said, “Nana, it’s what I have in my lunch box every day.”

“Peanut butter?” I asked desperately.

Sigh.

“No,” she said. “Prosciutto.”

“YOU TAKE PROSCIUTTO IN YOUR LUNCHBOX?” I all-but-hollered. “YOU’RE IN KINDERGARTEN!”

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“What do you have in your lunch box?” I asked Kaiya.

“Edamame,” she answered.

Cole looked at the meager hot dog I had given him for lunch, and raised one eyebrow.

Have a great weekend.