Pretzels In Transition

On the way home tonight, Daniel was re-working his pretzel into ever-smaller units of different forms, and lecturing me on them - how they go from being an "8" to a triangle, etc. He was rather indignant that I squandered my attention on the road and all those silly cars in front of me, rather than tracking the pretzel metamorphoses with the scrutiny that they deserved. At one point, he refused to show me his latest shape, to punish me for my inattention.

When we finally got to the house, he asked me:

"Daddy, would you like these pretzels?"

After gently pouring them into my hand, he added the detail that made them extra-appetizing:

"I carved them with my teeth!"

(November 15, 2011)