Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Can I Get You Anything?
So I'm lying on my bed, resting. Not asleep, you understand, just resting with a book beside me.
Philip is in the kitchen making eggs for anyone who happens to be hungry.
Then I feel a little face just inches from mine.
"Mama?" It is Miss Lili, staring me in the face.
"Mama, you want a egg?"
"No, thanks. I'm not hungry."
She is silent for a second.
"You want a hamburger?"
This is generous as I am not sure how she will provide this if I say "yes". There are currently no hamburgers - nor makings of hamburgers - in the house.
"No, thanks," I say again. "I'm not hungry right now. Just tired."
Another silent second.
Then: "You want a sandwich?"
The nurturing impulse starts young, does it not?
(P.S. I passed on the sandwich. But I am now enjoying a hot cup of tea and Miss Lili is satisfied that I am not going to starve to death.)