Subway’s a favorite with the four-year-old which is where we
headed for dinner the other evening. It’s exciting for the tiny tot to see the
array of vegetables that are put in the bread and even more exciting are
the high stools where they can be consumed with relish.
A sandwich and salad later, we perched ourselves with our
picnic atop those round things which do give me a bit of a vertigo so to speak.
What’s that Mummy? – the little one points to the box of
salad. It looks different from the six inch bread that he has his hands and
mouth full with, and therefore the curiosity.
It’s salad. You can try it but I don’t think you will like
it as much. I say.
A minute later when Papa joins us in our high perch he asks
if the sandwich eater would like to try some of the salad.
No, thanks. Mummy says I won’t like it.
You know, there are some perks of motherhood that surpass
their worth in gold. And that moment was one - when Mummy knows everything.
I am guessing in about ten years or less that statement
would change to – Mummy you don’t know anything. I already have trouble telling
one Nicki Minaj from another for crying out loud! (No offense to the pop icon,
or is it hip-hop?)
But right now, Mummy’s the world. And I am deliriously happy to be it. J
