The Great Escape
Eli 14.10 and I were having breakfast in the lobby of our little suite hotel, with the obligatory breakfast buffet.Eli had blueberries and strawberries on his waffle.
"Oops, there goes one," he said, as a blueberry rolled off his waffle and stopped a few inches left of my plate.
"Escape," I said. "He's been planning that for weeks."
I moved my fruit bowl over to provide the blueberry some cover, peering around it to check on him occasionally.
I put my hand up to my ear. "Order received. Terminate with extreme prejudice." I picked up my fork and Eli laughed.
In one blindingly swift motion, I moved the bowl, then stabbed downward with my fork.
And missed.
I only grazed the ambitious blueberry, and it began rolling toward the edge of the table.
"We've got a runner!" I said, and we both started laughing so hard that we couldn't stop.
"Oh my god, we are such idiots," Eli finally said when he could breathe again.
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