(This is part of the Slice of Life Project)
I’m going to call this The Story of the Magical Manicotti Mood Swing.
Let me set the stage: Three year old boy. Daylight Savings Time has ripped an hour from the clock. Lunch was little more than a nibble of humus and crackers and strawberries. Long hours of playing with dad. Forgotten snacktime. Van ride over the river is just enough time to doze off but not enough time to nap. Suddenly, starvation and tiredness sinks in.
It’s tantrum time.
Get situated at the dining room table and slide a plate of spinach manicotti in front of him. Calms down enough to be interested. Wipes tears from eyes. Stops screaming. Begins eating like there is no tomorrow. Then, raises the index finger of left hand high up in the air, forcing his body upward towards the ceiling.
Me: What are you doing?
Him: My finger is a potato (giggles)
Me: A potato?
Him: (ignores the question) My name is …. Apple.
Me (now confused): Apple?
Him (laughing, with manicotti sauce on his lips): My name is … Banana.
Laughing, laughing, laughing. That manicotti was working its magic last night.
Peace (in the ups and downs of the day),