I had just decided what I was going to have for lunch. Doritos and brie. I know that is a horribly unbalanced meal. I do! So I added a glass of iced tea. Just as I had popped a salty-creamy-spicy brie-laden Dorito into my mouth, the phone rang. My son was sitting at the car dealership getting some brake work done. Did I want to pick him up and spend time together?
My son is one of the most thoughtful souls on earth. He was apologetic that he was calling on short notice, but the brake situation had happened without planning. I wasn’t sure if it was an invitation so much as an S.O.S. of sorts. I told my husband I was going out for lunch with my son. “But you just ate,” he said. I gave him the one eyebrow up stare. “I ate one Dorito and some brie. Are you saying I’ve had enough to eat?” His eyes flicked quickly to my hips, and then back up to my face. “I’m not saying anything.”
Oh man, that did it. My son and I went to Burger King and I ordered the Whopper. And fries. And to balance it out, a Diet Coke. Not once did I think about my hips or feel one bit guilty. I enjoyed each mouthful. The only thing better was the unscheduled; drop everything, time with my son. It was the best part of my day.