Last night at work a four yr old boy came in with his Nana for dinner. He wore smart jeans, blazer, and an embroidered dress shirt. His flaming red hair was spiked like a rock star. I told him we have the best french fries in the world and mac and cheese.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Can I dip my french fries in the mac and cheese?”
“Of course.”
His eyes opened a bit, excited over the prospect.
“I have an Easy Bake Oven,” he said, “and I made tacos.”
“No kidding, what did you put in the tacos?”
“Bread and cheese.”
“I want to hang out with you,” I sad. We slapped each other high fives, and he went to his table with his Nana. I thought I should get an Easy Bake Oven, because chicks would dig it.
When he was leaving, I asked him if had the the mac and cheese and french fries? He nodded. Did you dip your fries in the mac and cheese?
“No,” he said. “We’re going to the Lion KIng.”
“Awesome.” I gave him a thumbs up, and his Nana thanked me. She had red hair too.
Daniel Beer 