Gift of 8
Omar huddled over his bagel, studying it, closely.
I sit down beside him, his head snaps quick and to the left facing me. Oh, I can tell, this is going to be important.
"Mom, would you believe that there are nine sesame seeds on this bagel?" As if it were Sherlock Holmes himself having asked the question.
"Yes. Yes I would..." ....If that would get you to eat with any remote amount of consistancy to get you to school on time this morning.
"Good then. Because you would be right." Said with the just the right amount smugness.
This is the gift of 8.
I sit down beside him, his head snaps quick and to the left facing me. Oh, I can tell, this is going to be important.
"Mom, would you believe that there are nine sesame seeds on this bagel?" As if it were Sherlock Holmes himself having asked the question.
"Yes. Yes I would..." ....If that would get you to eat with any remote amount of consistancy to get you to school on time this morning.
"Good then. Because you would be right." Said with the just the right amount smugness.
This is the gift of 8.
posted by nancycle at
10:12 a.m.
1 Comments:
That is so AWESOME. I see Omar having a great career in philosophy!
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