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By Carissa Tobin

FRI JUL 30, 2021

We were sitting at the table together, little bowls of olives and nuts spread around. We had dished up spinach pies and scooped quinoa onto the plates of those of us who didn’t say, “What is that? I’m not trying it!”

But Little L wasn’t eating. Axel was downing the Brie cheese, as was Grandpa J. “This is delicious!” they were saying, while mulling over where the cheese was made - something they had done the week before.

I looked down at my plate and popped an olive into my mouth while Nana J brought me a glass of sparkling water and then returned to pitting cherries at the counter.

“Why aren’t you eating, honey?” Axel asked Little L. She was in a phase where she was calling both of us “honey” or “hon,” so we enjoyed calling her “honey” as much as possible too.

It looks so good - who wouldn't want to dig in?
It looks so good - who wouldn't want to dig in?

Nana J plopped some cherries into the fruit bowl and handed Little L a napkin. Little L looked at her and said, “I’m just waiting for Nana J to sit down.”

I should have been elated. This is a parenting WIN - my kid is being so darn polite! Where did she learn these manners? Can I take credit for any of it? Is this the same child who just last night screamed "No, no, NOOOOOOO!" when I asked her to put away her Duplos?

But the emotion that registered on my stunned face must have been similar to the wide eyes and open mouths of Grandpa J and Axel. Guilt mixed with embarrassment mixed with Brie cheese.

We quickly wiped our hands.

“Yes, yes, of course!” I said. “Of course we should wait!”

I hope that this will be a lesson to us, but only time will tell. That Brie really is irresistible, wherever it was made.