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The Other 23%

Eri was explaining what the boys' dinner would be. I was at the dining table with about 22% of my concentration on my laptop and possibly 45% of my attention on what she was telling me. The other 23% I have no idea. Probably random access memory.

Sushi rolls, Anpanman soup, and corn dogs from the freezer. A perfect mid-week dinner for little boys. And an apple for dessert to boot.

Kenzo has been so good with mealtime recently. He gobbles down his food. Sometimes it's a little too fast, and I think he's more motivated by getting back to playtime than by nutrition, but I'll take it. Osamu is so slow at mealtime and so distracted by everything and has so much to talk about instead of eating - he's me.

Once I got the boys set up for their dinner, complete with glasses of water and wet towels for cleaning their hands and face, I set about scavenging for food myself. That was the other thing Eri was telling me before she left for school: she didn't prepare anything for me today.

I'm fine with that. I never expect her to do it anyway, though it's pretty rare when she doesn't, even when I say I'm fine I don't need anything.

As the boys chowed down I fixed a bowl of super goodness.


Kimchi, natto, and a raw egg yolk. Mix it up with a spoon.

Osamu said again tonight, "When I grow big I eat spicy things like papa, and drink coffee."

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