Lately, I've been out of the house quite a bit, hanging with musician friends and playing chamber music. My son has not been pleased about this.
When I was about to walk out the door yesterday, he scowled at me. "Mama, why do you have to go, again? I'm going to starve!"
I shook my head. "Bubba, I happen to like playing with my musician friends. You're not going to starve. Your dad is here, and so is your sister. And I'm sure you are perfectly capable of making your own peanut butter and jelly sandwich if they don't do it for you."
"They never feed me. And I'm a terrible PBJ maker." He paused for a moment. "And do you know what else?"
"What else, Bubba?"
"I'm already experiencing the hunger signs."
I tried not to laugh. "Hunger signs? Tell me about the hunger signs."
"First, your tummy makes funny noises. Then it starts feeling sick. And if you tap on it, it sounds hollow." He pointed to his tummy. "Tap on it, Mama."
I did. "Sounds fine to me, Bubba."
"No, Mama. You didn't do it right." He tapped again. "It's definitely getting hollow. It's a hunger sign!"
I shook my head and grabbed a banana. "Okay, Bubba. Eat this. It'll fix your hunger sign."
He stared at me in disbelief as I shoved it into his hand, grabbed my violin and viola, and headed out the door.
(I'm such a bad Mama!)