Toward the end of dinner Caedmon, my 7 year old daughter, expressed how full she was. She gasped sweetly, “I shouldn’t have eaten the last bite.” Being the good father I am, I went to grab her plate to put in the sink–this is a treat for her because usually she has to clear her own plate.
Just as I grabbed for her plate, she changed from my subdued daughter to a wildcat with the fierceness of a convict protecting her last meal. With Mr. Miyagi reflexes she grabbed my wrist without looking and then mimicked the Terminator with a her head turn growling, “I’m not done.”
Jess and I both both slide our chairs back an inch and I immediately went into the exorcist rite in Latin. Ok, the last part may be a bit of an embellishment, but she did surprise us.
I guess she wanted the last bite.