We just had tonkatsu for dinner, which is a fantastic Japanese dish of fried pork cutlets (usually served with white rice, cabbage salad, and miso soup). Adam ate his exceptionally quietly and quickly just now, with Keith and I both looking on in humored amazement. Upon finishing his last bite, he looked at me, turned on his grown-up manly voice (which pretty much makes anything he says just awesomely adorable) and said:
“Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”
What’s that, Adam?
“This tonkatsu would make a great sandwich in my lunch box tomorrow.”
Nope, that’s not what I was thinking. But NOW I’m thinking about how my kids are so DANG CUTE sometimes that I think I might burst with pride.