Leisure Eaters
Sometimes after church, ok make it often, we end up going out to eat. A number of times that takes us to Taco Bueno. So it was today. We order, get our food and proceed to chow down.
After about 20 minutes, Jodi, Jack and I are all through. But Molly, that is another story. Molly is a leisure eater. She enjoys the experience of dinning with others and their company. This isn't just a Sunday after church thing either...it is at home for lunch, at dinner at Nana and Papa's basically anywhere there is food and people...Molly is going to take her time and soak it in.
So I begin to play a little game. Basically I would wait until she hadn't taken a bite for a minute and ask, "Are you done?". The answer always was... "Not yet!" and as she would say it...hand straight for a chip.
I told her she needed to move to Italy with the leisure eaters. That she would fit in well there. A few minutes pass...and MOlly beings to whine a bit. And in her best little girl voice...
"Daddy, I don't want to go to Italy",
"Why Molly,"
"Because the leisure eaters will eat me."
Ahh...the english language and a little girl's mind.