I love tapioca pudding. All the way down in the US of A, you can buy cook n'serve JELL-O tapioca pudding. Here in Canada, all you can do is buy the tapioca beads and make it from scratch. Lame. Oh, how I love my JELL-O cook n'serve tapioca pudding. I had one last, blessed box that I had imported from my last trip when I had the sudden urge to eat it. So I made it but I had my two darling children around. Though deep down, I wanted to eat it all myself, I contemplated and realized I would be a kind, self sacrificing mother; that the act of sharing this highly prized commodity would be forever ingrained in their memories.
Not only did I share but I gave generous portions! This is what I happened upon moments later! Wasted. Porter barely touched his (as in licked his spoon with the very tip of his tongue...no licking is not the right word, he touched it with his tongue) and Grady dumped his almost immediately and slapped, spread, and swam in his pudding. I gasped and he gave an exaggerated smile and then continued to thwap it with his hands, loving when it sprayed further than the last time. He knew he was cute. I knew he was cute. We had a mutual understanding of this but I still felt that inner sadness as I wiped it all away. BUT he's cute so this account still has a happy ending.
