This morning, my Spicy child asked for Fwhales and cream cheese as a snack. Fwhales are cheddar whales; she’s been adding the F at the front since she could speak. They’re cheaper than Goldfish, and don’t taste like celery from the extra additives, so that’s nice.
Being only somewhat alert, I said yes. The Minions rejoiced.
Sitting here zooming through email, I have a corner-eye view of the kitchen, where Spicy likes to perch on a chair next to the counter. She was happily munching, when The Boy approached. He had formed the cream cheese nodule and foil into a small UFO. His Cheese-FO hovered above Spicy’s pile of cheddar fwhales. With sound effects and everything, The Boy let the Cheese-FO descend, and neatly abducted a host of Spicy’s cheddar fwhales, retreating to his side of the kitchen galaxy to devour them in peace.
She sat, staring, for a full minute.
They say alien abductions leave you speechless like that.
I think we may watch a bit too much sci-fi around here.