Last night Michael’s mommy and I were relaxing on the couch after a rough day (hers at work, mine at home tending to a marginally ill five-year-old).
Michael was playing Wii Fit, alternating between downhill slaloms and long distance runs.
As my wife and I sipped the last of our drinks and sat there holding our glasses in hands, we both realized that neither of us wanted to get up to put the glasses on the table.
“Ah, geez. I’m all comfy now,” I said.
Then, holding out my glass, I called out to no one: “Garçon! Garçon! Take my glass and bring me a Pina Colada. Chop chop!”
Michael stopped what he was doing, grabbed my glass and carefully took it over to the table. Then he took his mom’s glass to the table, and went back to his game.
“When did he learn what “garçon” means?” I asked my wife, who was laughing as hard as I was.
He may still leave his shoes and coat lying in the middle of the entryway, but he can make us laugh every day.