Dear Ms. Feverfew –
I am one of those kinds of mothers who feeds her family pie for breakfast, especially when we are leaving for a short vacation and there is homemade pumpkin pie leftover from dinner last night needing to be eaten. (In my defense, we all had scrambled eggs before eating the pie).
Mr. Amazing Man put the pie on the table and the Professor scrutinized it carefully. “Mom, it’s perfect. There is just enough for all of our family.”
“Of course” I said, “There’s always enough pie for us.”
“No, Mom, that’s not what I mean. Look. There are six pieces of pie. That’s how many are in our family.”
Being a practically minded person I was only thinking of how many people would be eating the pie (me, hubby, and the two boys) and I said, “But that’s two pieces too many!”
“No,”That’s not too many.” Holding up his hands, he counted on his fingers as he named us all, “There’s Dad, you, brother, me, my little sister, and my big sister. Six people in my family.”
Captain Knuckle started to correct him by saying that the girls won’t be having pie. I hushed him quickly and told him it was all right. Then I choked back salty tears and dished out the pie realizing that just like his older brother, this sweet 6-year old counts you as family – his tuafafine.
I haven’t talked to him much about you since the chicken incident a week or two ago but clearly, he has been thinking about the fact he has an older sister out there. And he is very concerned that you get your piece of the homemade pumpkin pie.