Stickin up for Momma

Today, we had one of Max's friends come over. He's a sweet kid with a lot of uh, spunk. High energy.

He also never eats here. I don't know if it's because I make "weird" stuff. Hey, some kids are totally into snake eyeball pita's with a basil & lemon dressing. But whatever. Or maybe he's never hungry. We're two days out from going to the grocery store and I like to use all resources up before I go. So, we're getting down to the basics of all resources. Still, if this kid is a picky eater, I'll get him with some carbs and cheese. He strikes me as the processed food-lovin type if you know what I mean. Not that there's anything wrong with that...

So, I served up saltines with American cheese and orange slices on the side. (Tried to sneak in some healthy fruitness there.) I made two separate little plates for them. And put them on the table. Max sat down to eat. Friend did not. Instead friend said something like, "Hey, let's go outside."

To which Max- the nicest, most sensitive coolest kid in all the land - replied, "WHEN MY MOM MAKES US A SNACK WE SIT DOWN AND EAT IT!"

Oh my God. This kid is now officially my favorite kid.

After we dropped friend off later, I reminded Max of what he said. I looked back at him and thanked him for sticking up for me. Kinda made a big deal about it, he gave me knuckles and stuff. He had the biggest grin of pride on his face.

Then I suggested that a more polite way of saying it would be something like, "Perhaps we should sit down and eat this snack my beautiful mom took precious time to make for us and then go out and play."

Long pause and his smile started to fade. So, I just said, "NAHHHH, You said it just right, son." And he reached out and gave me knuckles again.

That's how I roll.