Little Guy and I made hot cocoa after skiing one day this weekend. He saw the pure cocoa powder in the pantry and wanted to know what it tasted like this weekend.
“Lick your finger, stick it in there and find out. It tastes bitter,” I said.
“What’s bitter?” he asked.
“Have you ever eaten orange peel?” I asked him.
“That’s bitter. So’s the cocoa powder. It’s not sweet or salty,” I said.
Little Guy put his finger in the power and pulled it out and when he pulled back his hand, it knocked over a mug onto the floor.
CRASH! went the mug.
“Was that your favorite mug, Mom?” he asked.
“Nope,” I said. “Get the broom.”
While we swept, I said, “I can’t believe you just helped me have less to pack for moving. That is so nice of you! What a help you are!”
I really meant it. I’m one mug lighter than last week. I’m about to be one pair of pants lighter, too, because the pair I wore to work today tore in the knee.
Sweet! Two things out and 500 more to go.