A Moment

This morning:

Malia (seeing a pot on the coffee table): Wha'ss dat, mama?

Me: It's rice Malia, for the teachers. We're going to have a special lunch called a pot luck. (it was actually a shrimp tomato based sticky rice)

Mal: I twy it?

Me: (looking at the clock and thinking we need to get moving) You sure you want to try it?

Mal: Yes, p'ease.

(I lift the lid and she takes a little with her fingers and puts it in her mouth)

Mal: 'E'icious!

Mama: Really? Do you want some? (eye on the clock, but this is my baby, and if I have to cut out my coffee stop, I will)

Mal: Yes, p'ease.

(I spoon fed her and she ate about 1/2 a cup of it standing there. Then when she'd finished.)

Mal: Mama, dis is for me? For Ma'ia?

Mama: Yes, honey, for you.

Mal: Oh tank you, Mama. Tank you for rice for me.

*****
sigh.

No coffee. Rushed getting into work, but all WORTH IT!! :)

(and the teachers went crazy for it- not a grain left, so maybe Mal should be a food critic, too!)