“I’ll have falafel in my pita,” my son said to the foodservice worker.
We were at a Mediterranean restaurant in downtown Minneapolis.
“Do you know what falafel is?” I asked him.
He grinned at me and nodded. I could almost read his mind.
My big-city guy was putting up with his small-town mother.
I had a flashback of his daycare provider’s note. She was concerned about his picky eating…