Summer Vacation, Day 81: Trevor's Malt

We picked Betsy up at the airport this morning, then took the older boys to tai chi, and finally, to lunch at Annie's Parlor in Dinkytown. Had burgers and fries, of course, except Emma, who had chicken fingers, and Trevor, who ordered a corn-dog. Once we had eaten more than our daily allowance of calories, we ordered two ginormous malts for the table to share. Hot fudge and wild blueberry. So good.

Trevvy wound up with blueberry and insisted upon using his straw, not the spoon. As a result, as he put it, "This ice cream is going down reawwy slow!"

Brendan finished his hot fudge and asked if there was blueberry left. There wasn't - but I suggested that he might help Trevor finish his. Trevor, however, was showing no signs of letting up - until he decided he needed to use the restroom. I went with him.

When we returned to the table, Trevor took one look at his malt cup and said, "Hey! Who drank some of my malt?"

No one thought he'd notice. Everyone laughed.

Now, Trevor considers Bren his best buddy, and Emma is closest to him in age, so he has made it known that Gabe is his "last favorite." He scowled, turned his squinty gaze to Gabriel and asked, "Gabe! Why did you drink my malt?"

"I didn't!" said Gabe, and Brendan roared with laughter. "No, Trevvy - I did it!" he said.

Trevor looked at Bren, then a smile broke across his face. "Is it okay that Brendan had some?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Trevvy.

Gabe decided to test him further. "Actually, Trevor, it was me!"

The look of anger was instant and unmistakable on Trevor's face. His buddy Brendan was fine, but not Gabe. Never Gabe. We all laughed again, and Brendan reiterated that he had, in fact, been the culprit.

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Trevor finished with what Bren had left him, and he used his straw the entire time. We warned him he wouldn't be able to get the blueberries out of the bottom of the glass, but he proved us wrong.

We all watched as a great gob of blue traveled slowly up the straw to half-way and stop. "See, Trevvy?" I started to say, but he was focused, his cheek drawing deeply inward.

Suddenly the berry burst loose, upward into his mouth, exploding into a delicious grin.

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