Last night when I went to bed I was thinking about Timmy and what a neat kid he is.
Yesterday I cooked him some scrambled eggs and sliced up some sausage to go with them. Normally he won't eat eggs, but we've gone gluten free, recently, and so anytime he can get me to cook for him, he's eating! Anyway, when I brought the pan over to him and starting scooping sausage into his bowl, I asked him how many. He said, "More." I kept scooping. And scooping. And scooping. (There were two links cut up.) I kept thinking at any point he would say, "That's enough." But he never did. I got to the last three and with each one he said 'more' til I did the last one and then he said, "That's enough."
I laughed so hard I thought I'd cry.
I don't know why certain things hit my funny bone like that, but he's such a straight guy that his sense of humor nearly always catches me off guard.
I'm very grateful for Timmy.
<This was last night's post. I had unexpected company, and we talked til past midnight when she finally went home, so I did not post last night! Shame on me...>
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