Mostly True Memoirs
A Special Birthday Dinner
The Grown Son had another birthday.
He requested tri-tip for dinner.
With corn bread and potatoes.
I objected.
That’s way too many carbs in one meal.
He begged.
Shouldn’t he get to choose the menu?
Yeah, he’s diabetic, but doesn’t he still deserve a special feast?
I relented.
We’ll have cornbread and potatoes but only if he also agrees to a vegetable.
He argued.
I held my ground.
He conceded.
“OK,” he agreed, “You can make green beans.”
I noted that he said that I can make them.
He did not say that he would eat them.
Yeah, I’m wise to his ways.
However, he did eat a serving of green beans with his dinner.
I guess enough trips around the sun has had a maturing effect on him.
Happy birthday, Kiddo!