I made Zach's favorite dinner last night: California Rolls. He digs these in much the same way a vampire likes blood. Fairly picky about what he eats lately, he nonetheless doesn't merely eat California Rolls, he inhales them. He ate everything I made, and he greedily hungered for more. I can still picture him licking the last sticky rice particles off his plate with a ravenous look in his eyes. Then he looked up from his plate and gave me a look like anything could happen.
I slowly withdrew my hands from the table and crouched down low in my chair to avoid being consumed in the feeding frenzy.
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Did he have a side of tuna with capers and balsamic vinegar and "cold, fresh water"?
Wasn't that his favorite lunch when he was two?
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