Nathan was up at the prep counter, standing next to me on his chair in our kitchen. The salad was made, table set, all that remained was to assemble our pizza. Instinctively, he knew the Gouda must be freed from it's encasement unmarred, whole and beautiful. He worked slowly and methodically. Deep in concentration a question came to his mind, and for me, the Gouda will never be the same. "Mommy, is this the same kind of wax that comes out of my ears?"
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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Nathan was up at the prep counter, standing next to me on his chair in our kitchen. The salad was made, table set, all that remained was to assemble our pizza. Instinctively, he knew the Gouda must be freed from it's encasement unmarred, whole and beautiful. He worked slowly and methodically. Deep in concentration a question came to his mind, and for me, the Gouda will never be the same. "Mommy, is this the same kind of wax that comes out of my ears?"
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Oh, I was right there with you until the ear part. :) It reminds me of a gal at smith, Dana DiCarlo, who ran for class president freshman year with table tents that said "You don't have to vote for me--you could just use these for your ear wax." The girl hasn't lived this down yet, and we just had our 20th reunion. ;)
I love this! It brought back memories of traveling in Europe when I was 9 or 10 and running out of wax for my braces. My mom just bought some Gouda cheese and I had lovely red wax that kept the wires in the back of my mouth from stabbing me. Plus, some yummy cheese to eat, too!
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