I was "recycling" my breakfast into the kitchen sink where the handy garbage disposal can do its work.
Kolby stood at the counter watching. I stuck my hand out to shoo him away (I don't like an audience) and as I stuck my hand out, he grabbed it and held me.
In a small, sweet voice he said "Mama, you otay?"
I shook my head yes and told him to go away. Mama will be fine.
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I sat in the drive thru window at Arby's waiting for tonights dinner, 4 for $5 regular roast beef sandwiches.
I glanced inside to see the man who puts the food in bags and on trays, grab a fry and pop it into his mouth.
I don't even know what to say.
How sweet! And I don't know what to say about the French fry either.
ReplyDeletelife is so funny sometimes. have so much fun with nana and papa, i wish i could come! they are most def looking forward to it. love you!
ReplyDeleteThe question is... did you still eat your Arby's?
ReplyDeleteI couldn't understand "recycling" at first, which is odd because I recycle every day. In fact, I recycled while driving the kids to school this morning. Had to stop the van.
ReplyDeleteWere they worried about me? No. They were worried they'd be tardy. Tommy suggested I could have recycled into the diaper bag sitting on the floor next to my seat.
And the Arby's story? Ick!
Kolby is such a sweetheart, isn't he? "Mama, are you otay?" How sweet is that? Did the Arby's guy smile & wink at you as he ate the curly fry?
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