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Fri-YAY!

Yesterday, Hank turned ten and while fishing through my backing supplies for candles I found the candle from his fifth birthday cake and fell into a weepy, sentimentla mess to the point that my Mother-in-law left the house and bought a new number 5 candle because this year 5+5= Hank.

Yesterday, Hank turned ten. I made his standard birthday request: homemade, from scratch, tripple chocolate brownies and while fishing through my baking supplies for candles I found the candle from his fifth birthday cake and fell into a weepy, sentimental mess to the point that my Mother-in-law left the house and bought a new number 5 candle because this year 5+5=Hank.

 

Hank: (scuttling about, collecting bits for school)

Me: Hank, bring me my wallet I need to give you lunch money.

Hank: (pauses, mere inches from my purse hanging on the kitchen door, looks around, but never at the actual purse)

Me: If my purse were a snake where would it sit to strike?

Hank: (looks right at the door) OH!

Me: You’re the worst looker.

Hank: I am.

Me: (fishing out some cash)

Hank: (putting the bill in his wallet, because he is now old enough for a wallet) Yummy school lunches, except on Fridays.

Me: That’s right. I am excited we decided to have a standing lunch date on your Friday half day.

Hank: More like Fri-YAY!

Me: (giggling)

Hank: I love my new schedule. I spent 4 years getting out of school at the exact same time every day and I like how at my new school we get out always different and especially I like half days on Friday.

Me: You mean Fri-YAY!

Hank: (giggling) Yes! Mama, also I was thinking, unless you want it to be just you and me we could invite papa to meet us for lunch, too?

Me: That sounds like a great idea.

Hank: I love my sister, but I also love when it is just us again sometimes.

Me: We were three for a very long time.

Hank: Yes, but I also know that when my sister is in fifth grade she will also like having Friday lunches with you and papa without me and that is fine because I will be at university and far too busy to be having lunch.

Me: (suddenly coughing, choking on the idea that eventually, one day rather soon Molly will be ten and Hank will be at university)