I picked up Paco from school the other day so he didn’t have to go to ballet with the two girls.
He came home, did some reading, hung out with me in my office and was generally fine.
The NFO had left instructions for dinner, which is normally served around 5.15.
At 5.45, I realized I hadn’t fed him and was headed upstairs to get him set up. I knew that if he was hungry, he would have just told me.
On the way home, I saw a text from the NFO, basically saying “hey, why hasn’t the boy been fed yet?”
I saw Paco and said, ‘hey bud, let me ask you. Did you tell Mom that I hadn’t given you dinner yet?”
“Yes,” he said.
“But were you hungry?” I asked.
“Not really.”
“So, is it that you just enjoy getting me in trouble?”
He smiled.
“Yes.”
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