There’s a running joke in our household that pops up at dinnertime on any night we eat chicken, fish or pork. The cat will come into the kitchen, nose twitching wildly, tongue licking across his lips. Then he’ll hop up on the chair next to me and gaze longingly into my eyes. At that point, I’ll carefully cut a tiny piece of food for him, while E and M both laugh and call out “Weak link!” because the cat knows I’m the weak link that always breaks in terms of giving him table food.
Yesterday M started a day camp program near where E works, so he’s commuting with her for the next couple of weeks. E emailed me mid-morning to let me know how the drop-off went. They’d stopped at Starbucks on the way in, and she’d gotten him a mini donut when she got her coffee. He was nervous about being the only new kid at camp, so she reassured him there were going to be plenty of other new kids there too. He mentioned wanting to stop at a library or bookstore after camp, and she figured they could stop at one halfway along the walk between camp and where she parks, because it was a hot day and they could also cool off in the store.
My response? “So on day 1 you’re already getting him a chocolate donut and offering to stop at a bookstore on the way home? Weak link!”
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