I said, "Shrimp are expensive. Quick, get it before anything else does!"
"What, like ants?" Trooper asked as he got down off his chair.
"No, like cats and the dog."
He found the little crustacean and held it up to the light, looking for any particles that might have stuck to it. He blew on it, then he brushed at it a little with his fingertips. Then he licked it. "Yep, it's still good."
2. I was washing dishes and Trooper was finishing up his lunch when Multiplied, my favorite song, came on.
Trooper said, "Oh, can I skip it? It gets stuck in my head."
"But it's my favorite!" I said. "How about I just listen to the first part of it."
"OK, just listen to part of it," he allowed, fidgeting with his lunch as I sang along.
Five seconds later, "Well, you can listen to all of it, but I won't sing."
I smiled. "OK, thanks, that sounds fair."
Three seconds later he sang, "I have surrendered…" as he looked down at his plate.
I continued washing as I sang, laughing to myself at the progression of the conversation.
Five seconds later he said, "OK, I'll sing to part of it. But it still gets stuck in my head."
3. Jonathan and Trooper sat face to face, sharing a little cuddle time, and as he often does, Jonathan rubbed his nose against Troopers.
"Why you do that, Dad?" Trooper asked.
"It's called Eskimo kisses," Jonathan answered. "They say that's how Eskimos kiss each other."*
Trooper cocked his head, understanding flashing across his face. "Oh. So that's what your big, long, pointy nose is for?"
*Eskimos, who generally prefer to be called Inuits, don't actually kiss by rubbing noses. It's an old myth, one I've heard all my life.