Look at my handsome freckled boy. Why so serious in the picture? I don't know. He can be so very . . . unserious.
Take tonight for example. He was drinking a glass of Tampico citrus drink. Let me pause here, briefly, to say that I can imagine few things that might appeal to me less than the idea of drinking Tampico (basically Sunny-D). The thought of drinking such a thick (OK, I don't actually know if it's "thick") sugary fluid makes me shudder. And, lest you think I am a terrible mom for buying it, I'll have you know I bought it for Mike. He occasionally likes it -- bless his heart.
Anyway, Abe had a little cup full tonight. He took a swallow, grimaced, and said, "You know why I don't like this kind of Tampico?"
"Why?" I questioned (though it seemed to me there could be any number of reasons why one wouldn't).
"Because it kind of tastes like Sunny-D when I'm about to throw-up." (I guess drinking it makes him think of how he would feel if he were violently ill and was offered a cup of the similar drink).
I laughed. "Why are you drinking it then!?"
He shrugged, chuckled, and replied, "Because it's kind of good."
That boy and I get along pretty well. And, we have some good laughs together.