Hey
I yell out
To my son
You wanna eat lunch
Out of order

What does that mean
He yells back
Clambering up the stairs
With clumsy legs

Do you want to eat
Out of order
I repeat
Grinning mysteriously

He shrugs
I guess

I pass him
A piece of chocolate
Then open the freezer
How about some ice cream
I ask

His eyes are wide
But he doesn’t
Turn me down

Just don’t forget
That we have to eat
The healthy stuff too
I say

Sure
He giggles

©2015 Jill Baker