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Dedicated to Kyle, my son ... my smile




I recall many unique meals of special appeal
but one dinner replays on a fav memory reel
that I shall never forfeit or agree to forget.
This meal was years ago yet still remains clear.
I will not err as I share about this meal so dear:

1.	One box of complete HELPER contents
2.	Two six-ounce cans of tuna that to item one are lent
3.	One can of lima beans as chosen by ingredient number four
4.	One eight-year-old son excited for cooking fun

Once ingredients were gathered and patience near battered  
from repeatedly explaining all preparations while choking
frustrations at ingredient four's refusal to voice them over 
and over for maternal perusal, it was time to pretend with 
a bent peace of mind that cooking could begin.  I know,
because this is when four said with nervy ease, 'Out the
door until I'm ready to serve.  Please.'

While waiting, cardiacs were avoided so dinner wasn't aborted
before four, smiling grand, served the tray held in his hands.
All dismay was forced to abate while viewing the plate.
Four's enthusiasm should not be parent zapped 
just because he served unknown brown and red crap.
A smile was forced as he explained that he spiced it up
by adding his own creatively thought up stuff,
Chocolate Sheen Beans and Cinnamon Bazooka Tuna.




      
     


... CayCay
July 31, 2019

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