The past two evenings I promised Maia that I would make churros* for her but forgot to do it each time. This morning she reminded me of my transgression so I “pinky promised” that I would make them for her this evening.
But apparently the pinky promise wasn’t enough because Maia asked me what would happen if I forgot again. I told her that if I forgot again she could punch me in the belly. She got really excited and gleefully told me that she wasn’t going to remind me to make churros this evening.
What have I created?
*They’re not exactly churros – I just spread butter in a tortilla, add some cinnamon and sugar, roll them up and fry them. Pretty darn good, if I may say so myself.
Unbelievable. It happened. I forgot to make the churros.
Around 8:30 last night Maia said, “Papa, guess what you forgot.”
“Aaaarrgh! Oh no! Sorry sweetie. Would you like me to make one for you now?”
“No thank you. I’m not hungry. I just want to punch you in the belly.”
“Yeah, okay. A promise is a promise.”
Maia called me over closer to her and told me to close my eyes. Though she’s a little one, I braced for the punch – hoping that she’d be on target. Next thing I know, I heard a little giggle and Maia saying, “Get ready, here it comes …”
Then she gave me a hug. (Sniff, sniff.)