We were finishing the end of our supper of turkey sandwiches. Delicious. Tornado E sat between my parents, being coaxed into eating a real turkey sandwich instead of a deli turkey one. Tornado S sat next to me, nibbling like a mouse on bread, turkey, and broccoli. Like all meals, I was telling some story or another.
Then I felt a little hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at Tornado S.
Tornado S looked deep into my eyes. The picture of seriousness.
Tornado S: Mommy. I got to go.
Me: Where do you have to go?
Tornado S broke his serious character. A smile danced in his eyes and across his lips.
Tornado S: Outside!
Me: It’s too dark to go outside.
Tornado S: Get down, please?
Me: What do you say?
Tornado S: Excuse, please!
Me: Fine. But no pie for you.
Tornado S: No pie!
I helped him down and off he ran.