you gonna eat that?

On Sunday we went to 888 for some delicious Vietnamese cuisine. Upon walking in, Tex said "I don't want to eat here." Could he tell? Could he smell? How did he know this place didn't serve hamburgers? I actually think it may have been the fish tank. I think his mind works something like this:

fish tank=asian=exotic=no friggin' way.

Anyway, we ordered our dishes and dove in, Cecilia enjoying some of my vermicelli bowl with Montreal-sauced grilled chicken. Tex felt left out, I suppose, so he asked for "noodles". We got him some plain vermicelli and he ate a little of it. I can't believe how picky the boy can sometimes be! The check arrived, along with it four cellophane wrapped fortune cookies. One for each, right? Cecilia, Tex and I cracked our open and gobbled them up. None of our fortunes were memorable really. Mine was something about silence being everything.

Tex began eyeing the last fortune cookie. What came from his mouth next was one of his cutest big boy moments.
He said under his breath to Daddy, "Are you gonna eat that?"
Nooooo.
"Well who could eat that?" pretending like he was just curious.
I don't know...
Tex offered, "I could eat it." like "I could take it off your hands."

I helped him open it and read his fortune.

If you're still hungry, eat more fortune cookies.

Normally I'd have rolled my eyes at that one, but it was just perfect.