Cathy in the Wright

My Cold Heart

This afternoon I gave each boy a pepperoni stick as a snack. Both of them couldn't just eat the damn thing like a normal person. The Senator had to stand his on end and gnaw it down until his lips hit the counter.

Not to be outdone, The Governor stood his on end as well, but he placed it an inch away from the edge of the counter. So I warned him, "Hey, move that thing in front of you. If you knock it over, it's going to fall on the floor and you won't be able to eat it." He moved it a quarter of an inch. And then proceeded to knock it over. It flipped off the end of the counter and landed on the floor. He stared at it for a moment, trying to decide how much trouble he'd be in if he picked it up and ate it. Before he could act, we heard the jingling of dog tags. Hoocher trotted over, gently picked up the pepperoni stick in his mouth, and slunk out of the kitchen.

I looked over at The Gov. His mouth was hanging wide open. He might have stayed in a state of shock for some time, but as his mother, I felt obligated to help him.

"I told you so."

The spell was broken, and when he quit crying I couldn't help but add, "Too bad, Gov. That was the last pepperoni stick too."

Posted by Cathy at October 26, 2005 07:40 PM