We ate out for lunch today. Evan ordered spaghetti, and had tons of fun slurping up a single noodle at a time. He was going for speed, and because of his ability those noodles would whip around hitting all over his face when they got to be about 4 or 5 inches long. He had sauce from his neck to his eyebrows. I watched in silence. One day this boy could be a father. I tried to picture it.
Once Evan felt confident in his speed pasta slurping abilities he declared “Hey I am a really good SUCKER.” Matt grinned, “Yes, Evan, you are a real good sucker.” he replied in true big brother form. Then he elaborated “You are a sucking marvel.” I giggled silently to myself. “Suck like the wind.” I begin shaking. “No one sucks better than you.” I begin to laugh out loud and “You were born to suck.” I couldn’t stop laughing, luckily Evan wasn’t taking offense, he just wasn’t sure what Matt was saying. We explained the giggling to Evan by telling him that Matt’s compliments could be taken two ways. Then we sent him to the bathroom to wash his face.