I got home this evening and sat down to eat some soup. Maggie sat at the table looking at me with wide eyes that followed much to closely as I lifted the spoon to my mouth. I set the spoon down instinctively. Too much abuse in elementary school has left me unable to eat in this situation. What did she do to the soup?, Add brass polish? Melt a candle in it? I studied the soup. Seemed normal. I got her a bowl and watched her carefully as she ate it. "Mmmmmm delicious", she says. Then a light went on.
"Did you help make the soup Maggie?"
"Yes!"
Ohhh. Ok. I ate it with gusto then and showered her with compliments because she helped make dinner! and she was proud of it! Not old enough to poison dads soup yet!
12:39:31 AM 
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