Did I just lie to you by pretending to ask the "restaurant with the trains" whether they were open for lunch?
Oh, yes, I did. I talked into an inactivated cell phone while driving through the Caldecott Tunnel, because I couldn't bear the thought of letting you down with a flat-out "no," not while you were all sick and tired in my back seat, oh, Sir Three Year Old.
But you gotta know, your eye is disconcerting. No one wants to see it, particularly people at an eating establishment. It's not goopy, but the eye is red and swollen, a pugilistic badge of your bacterial infection.
Plus, once you heard me tell you the restaurant owner told me that they weren't open (sorry, Montclair Egg Shop, the boy wanted to give you business, but I did not. Not today), you made a small wail, then promptly fell asleep in the back seat.
I feel not at all bad about my transgression.
Oh! Love you guys! You did what you had to do Jess. Is the boy improving?
Posted by: Jaynet Tagami | March 26, 2007 at 11:55 PM