Sac Foodies

It had been a particularly long day, and the second I hit the door my son jumped out of bed and ran down the hall with arms outstretched. I scooped him up and we started talking about things that matter to a three year old and his mom: “I played trains today at school. Jake took my ball. I cried. We ate ta-ghetti. Tessa is a pretty girl.”

The litany of pre-school highlights and heartbreaks continued as I poured each of us a glass of milk and unwrapped the Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies. He promptly showed me that Thin Mints float in milk – who knew? This is just another item on the long list of things he has taught me in the past 36-plus months.

But, on this night, the real lesson was that I could have enjoyed a dozen or more high-dollar, four-star dinners and none of them would be as memorable as that midnight snack.

By Shelly Kessen