Bear watched me one morning while I fixed my
nectar coffee. Then he sighed and said, “Mom, I wish the whole world was made of coffee.” Now that’s a boy after my own heart (and a boy who’s never tasted coffee, but at least he knows what’s important).
When we are at the beach we always have Double-Stuf Oreos as a treat. Bear had his first taste of Oreo dipped in milk that week. He dipped, chewed and his eyes lit up, “Why, this is absolutely delightful!”
Mom, if a little crab bit my toe, I’d just kick him off. And then a bigger crab would eat him. And then if that crab bit my toe, I’d punch him. And then a bigger crab could eat him, too. And I’d just keep fighting them off until I met a crab as big as me. Then I’d run.
While I was cooking supper, Bear propped himself up next to me on the stool and asked me over and over, “Who do you think my favorite Star Wars character is, Mom?” I’d guess, usually wrong, and he’d give me the correct answer. Then it was, “Who’s my second favorite?” And so on and so on. Finally I looked at him and said, “You know, Bear, all your favorites are the bad guys.” He looked at me thoughtfully, sneaked a pinch of the supper I was working on, and then said, “Well, yes, Mom. But bad guys need to be loved, too.”