(From across the table in English while the rest of the family converses in Portuguese around us.)
Hank: Mama? I am filling up.
Me: Ok. Let me assess the damage. (inspects plate) Overall, good work on the eating, buddy. One more bite of carne (meat) and seven bites of salada (salad) and you’re good.
Hank: Mama, watch me. (mouth full) One.. carne (meat). (chewing) One… Mama, help me count the salad.
Me: Gotcha: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Hank: I don’t think I want to eat my tomatoes.
Me: Ok, Mister. I was quietly watching you eat tomatoes all dinner with no problem and that made me happy. Remember when you didn’t like tomatoes? I think you should continue scoffing them. Let’s think of all the foods you love made of tomatoes.
Hank (mouth full) Chili!
Me: Pasta Bolognese, many soups… KETCHUP! Oh, wait that’s me. Bwahhahah!
(Hank and I are rolling in laughter, interrupting the rest of the family’s conversation, but this is nothing new so they then start to giggle with no idea what is so funny beside the two blond family members giddy at the idea of KETCHUP!)
Pai: (smiling) Mãe (mom), focus.
Me: Ok. Whoosh… okokok. Six and one more bite makes?
Hank: (last bite full of tomatoes) Seven!