Caleb, Eli, Isaac and I recently had a boys’ night out. We made our way to our favorite diner and ordered up omelets and chocolate milkshakes. A favorite food item for the boys, as it turns out, is the maraschino cherry, replete with bright red stem to match its bright red skin. I noticed that rather than wolfing his down, however, Isaac was simply dangling his about. “You going to eat that cherry,” I asked, “or just love on it?”
I meant it as a rhetorical question. Isaac smiled at me, then leaned forward and gave the cherry a little kiss. “Mmmwah.” His brothers giggled. I rolled my eyes. The little ham spent the next twenty minutes, in between egg bites, kissing his cherry, cuddling it in his hands, and sweet-talking to it, all while casting mischievous grins in my direction.
Little smarty-pants. I don’t know where he gets it.
