“Do you want to try eating some soup?”
“Is it yummy?”
“I think so.”
It’s your basic chicken noodle. Based on what Joey said about him not being picky, I have a feeling he’ll like it.
“Can I have some?”
I nod and lift him up into my arms and bring him into the kitchen with me. “Let’s start with a small bowl, okay?”
“Okay.”
He sits on the counter while I grab the electrolyte drink from the fridge and warm up the soup. “Drink this too.”
It’s already in a cup for him, so at least I don’t have to worry about finding that.
“What kind of soup is it?”
“Chicken noodle.”
Max looks concerned. “I don’t know if my tomato will like it.”
I smile at him, taking the bowl out of the microwave and testing it. Perfectly warm for him so he won’t burn his mouth. “If you like it, your tomato will like it.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s go eat at the table.”
I lift him down and help him up into his seat. He makes no fuss about eating his soup, giving his spoon to his tomato every now and then.
It’s the cutest fucking thing. I forgot about these moments with kids. When they don’t have a single care in the world and all they care about is making sure a stuffed tomato is fed.
“He seems to like it,” I say.
Max nods. “He does. But he said to save some for Mommy.”
“I have plenty left for her.” But it still warms my heart to see him worried about his mom. “Do you want to watch TV until your mom wakes up?”
His face perks up. “Mommy says I can’t unless it’s with her.”
I ruffle his hair. “I think she’d be okay with it since you’re not feeling good.”
“Really?” Max slurps up the last of his soup.
“Really. And if she has an issue with it, I’ll talk to her.”
“Can we watch the planes?”
“Sure.” I nod, not quite knowing what the planes are.
But Max knows. He leaves his bowl on the table, grabs his stuffed toy, and finds the remote, flipping on the show he wants.
Ahh. Animated planes going around helping people. At least he chose something wholesome.
I’d hate for Joey to be mad at me because of what I let her son watch. I think she will get over the TV rule since she is able to get some rest.
Max scoots closer to me, leaning against my arm. His feet hang off the edge of the couch, his soft laugh filling the air.
