He sat with his bowl of cherries - a new found fruit love - at the kitchen table as the afternoon sun streamed through the patio doors.
"Mumma - I need sumping else to eat with these."
"Something else? Like what? Like sommmmme...." I scanned the counters and my eyes rested on a bowl of freshly washed, de-stemmed strawberries that we just picked the day before. "strawberries?"
I brought the bowl over to the table and sat it beside his small bowl of cherries then returned back to the business of emptying the dishwasher.
"Mumma - come here! You have to try this! Eat them together. Come on...come on!"
I looked up from where I was bent over grabbing some utensils.
He had a strawberry on one side of his mouth and a cherry on the other.
I put away the forks and joined my son at the kitchen table. He handed me a strawberry and a cherry.
"Eat it at the same time." His face was eager, his smile big and berry stained. I couldn't help but think I was in some sort of dream. Child of mine with a passion this big for discovering new taste sensations???!!! This was my kind of kid. Hmph. I must be doing something right. All those times he helped me out in the kitchen, baking cookies, making dinner. Yes. I am raising an adventurous first rate future little chef I am.
I bit simultaneously into the cherry and the strawberry. It was a taste sensation of the most delectable kind. Sweet, tart, juicy.
He watched me expectantly, eyes wide and blue, his head slightly nodding as I chewed bits of cherry and berry.
"Mmmmmm! That is gooooood!"
"I know. I learned it from Ratatouille."