“Can I take sushi for lunch tomorrow,” Evan asked at dinner last night.
“Sure,” Jenn told him.
I made sure I didn’t eat the rest of the cucumber rolls, his favorite.
“I want to be a box-luncher because they get to go in line first,” he finished.
Because I have known Evan since he was born, I was not surprised by his request. I once turned around to find that he’d eaten the great majority of a tray of tuna rolls I’d purchased for myself.
Still, he’s a child of North European ancestry growing up in land-locked Louisville, Kentucky, and the closest he’s ever been to Japan is watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
It’s strange, but then, the surprises are what I like about being a dad.