RUBY "Mommy, why are your foods delicious?" Austin's question started a new segment of our conversation during lunch. Sometimes I wondered how he could never run out of questions? "Which one is delicious?" I threw a question back. I made a meatball soup with vegetables, fried chicken, and rice. Just three menus, but they were more than enough to feed my little family. "The soup, fried chicken, and rice." He mentioned each one by pointing to it with his finger, then added, "All of them are tasty." I chuckled at his way of praising the meals. "Do you like them?" Austin nodded a bit exaggeratedly. "I like all of them." I opened my mouth to respond to him, but Wyatt beat me with his sentences. "I know why her food is tasty." Austin perked up. "Why?" "Because she thinks about you when she makes these. She pours all her love into her food." I rolled my eyes, hearing that. Such cheesy lines. However, my son seemed to believe it — it is the truth, though — because his eyes were now
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