At dinner the other night we were enjoying warm chicken souvlaki wrapped in flatbread. Good stuff.
Jakey tells me, “I want sprinkles, Mama. Sprinkles.”
I look across the kitchen table… I’m not seeing any sprinkles.
“This?”
“Yesth.”
“Olive tapenade with feta cheese?”
“Sprinkle it, please. Sprinkling.” Imagine little fingers pantomiming sprinkling over a plastic plate.
I love that Jake is lukewarm about hamburgers, can rarely be talked into potatoes and gives white rice a skeptical once over. But bitter black and green olive tapenade with salty cheese? Rainbow colored dinner confetti.
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