Scrounging
We were all tired and hungry, my son, my mother, and me. I’m not allowed to cook because of my broken right hand (bitter? me? never!), so my mom made her awesome omelets, sautéed some farm spinach, and heated up her leftover green curry. I made myself toast (although I squished the entire loaf trying to cut the slices and then needed my mommy to butter it for me) and put some green curry sauce on my spinach and was pretty darn pleased. Ernie wolfed down his omelet and greens before unwrapping an easter bunny lollypop and uttering “sweet” between licks.
We all find our level, don’t we?
