The kids’ youth group is doing a 30-hour ‘famine’ this weekend as an opportunity to experience a little bit of what it’s like to go without food, and to raise money to help feed some hungry kids. Both Lauren and Zack have been very interested in being a part of this event. When Zack was hit by the flu that ravaged our household this week, his first response was disappointment that he might have to miss ‘the fast.’ I love that in a 13 year-old.
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While he was sick (and I was recuperating), Zack spent a fair amount of the day tucked into bed upstairs and I was working on stuff downstairs. We were keeping in touch via text messaging. Here’s one of the threads:
Z: Hot Cheetos sound good to you right now?
(I went up to his room and he asked if I would make him a grilled cheese sandwich. I said I would.)
Z: Thanketh thou.
Me: Thou art welcome!
Me: Behold, I perceive that thy health improveth somewhat. But be not deceived into thinking that thou art well enough to attend The Fast, even though thy heart yearns mightily to do so. Thy grilled cheese sandwich shall be with thee presently.
Z: Thanketh thou… I do not feel well enough to attend the fast.
Me: Verily, thou hast spoken wisely, my son.
Z: I accept thy praise, father.
Z: When is Easter?
Me: April 12.
Z: OK – so like in 2 weeks?
Z: Honey-glazed prawns. Hong Kong crispy noodles and roasted duck from Lee’s Asian Restaurant. My friend recommended them to me.
Me: Mr Chow Hound!
Z: I always end up talking about food… it’s funny.
Z: They also recommended that place Cactus on Alki.
Z: Excellent sandwich!
Me: OK Bubba – I have to get some work done. You are too much!
