Edrick hasn’t been eating well. I blame it on the flu and the coughing. At every meal time he would be asking, “Mom what does lunch/supper taste like?” to mean, “Mom, what’s for lunch/supper?” And almost every time he would refuse what he is offered saying, “I don’t think I like how that tastes, Mom.”
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I am not offended. A little annoyed, yes, but not offended. And all I have to do is to keep on pushing until he has that first bite. Then, he would sail through a plate of anything with a silence that is more silent than what a lamb can make.
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Today, though, he needed a little extra nudge, that little coax and that little MST = Mommy’s Sweet Talk.
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Edrick: Mommy, if I finish the macaroni, I’ll be tall like Daddy?
Mommy: Oh goodness! I can see you growing an inch already, Monch! If you finish it I think you will be taller than Daddy!
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I know in this Johnsons’ Residence I am not a picture of tall. Forget taller. So Daddy settles as the benchmark for now. Not for long. For now.
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Edrick: Mommy, when I am taller than Daddy, I’m gonna drive my own car and have my own GPS!
Mommy: Boy oh boy! Just make sure you save the ‘Home’ location on your GPS okay?
Edrick: Okay!
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Edrick actually has been talking about getting his driver’s license for the past few months. I have not blogged about it for the fear of letting go. This boy is going to go high and far, I tell you. I can see it already.
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Mommy: *sighs*
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Questa è Enida 
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