I have two boys who are set in their ways. One insists that I pack the exact same lunch for him every day of his life. When I have suggested anything other than a ham and cheese sandwich, yogurt, chocolate milk, an apple and a package of Scooby snacks, he nearly has a nervous breakdown. God help me if I suggest that he BUY LUNCH from the school cafeteria. He would just as soon die right there.
My other one comes home for lunch. He also insists on the same thing every day. Pooh Bear wants a Nutella and peanut butter sandwich, every day of his life. For those unfamiliar with Nutella it's chocolate spread, like peanut butter, but it's chocolate. So I feed my son a peanut butter and chocolate sandwich for lunch. I suppose I could skip a step and just feed him Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, but those are hard to come by here.
Some days he will request this for breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner. (I don't give in, you don't need to report me to CPS).
But one day, he said he wanted something different. So I left him to decide. We have MANY other kinds of food. He sat in the kitchen for 20 minutes trying to decide what else he may want.
Finally he said, "Cheetah tost".
I said, "Um, what?"
I should mention that Pooh Bear was effectively deaf from the time he was 18 months old until he was 3 years, so sometimes his speech is a bit off.
"Pooh, I don't know what you're asking for. Can you show me?"
"Heetah tost!" And he points to the bread.
A few moments of me staring at him in confused silence.
"You want a sandwich?"
"Yes. Heetah tost."
"Oh, Chyba tost! Tak, tak. Rozumiem!"
He'd been speaking to me in Polish all along. The curses of a bilingual school.
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