Our Chocolate Boy

This was just the beginning of the mess. He devoured it and then some.

The other day he asked me what a shake was. I told him how they are made, then reminded him about the shake that my dad ordered at a restaurant recently.

"Did you like it?" I asked him.

"I didn't try it," he told me. "I wasn't sure about the v-a-n-i-l-l-a."

"Ohhhhh..." I nodded in understanding.

"I'm a chocolate boy," he informed me solemnly.