Fat & Poor

So...Jake has made a few interesting observations recently. I suppose five (and a half) is the age when kids begin labeling people...

I'm happy to say that the person to whom I've been referring as my "soon-to-be-hopefully-sister-in-law" is officially...well, almost my sister-in-law. :) Adrianne and Billy are engaged, and now that Jake realizes what this means for him (he'll have another aunt!), he's not grossed out by the whole "boys and girls get married" thing.

Which is where our first conversation came from. The other day on the way to school, Jake asked if Adrianne and Billy were married yet. (I can remember thinking these things took forever too when I was a kid. My uncles James and Gary dated women that I really wanted to be my aunts, but they dated a lifetime before they finally got married. A lifetime in kid years could be six months or less...Hi Aunt Sue!)

I told him that planning a wedding takes time and he asked why. I explained, "You have to pick a date and place, figure out what to wear and who to invite, decide what food to have..."

Jake interrupted, "And what kind of cake!"

"Yes, and what kind of cake. That's the most fun part of planning a wedding [come on, you know it is] because you get to test all kinds of cakes."

"Oh." Jake was quiet in the back for a minute. Then he said, "Well, I hope they don't get fat."

Hmm...perhaps we have a little future dietician on our hands here...

And then the other thing he said...

Recently Ike helped our neighbors set up some something or other with their computer. Our neighbor Tom is a professional chef (you should look for one of those as a neighbor--it has serious perks) and currently works for Cisco (Sysco? Cysco? I don't know) selling food to restaurants. Anyway, every now and then he and Mary give us food that he has leftover from selling--yummy restaurant-quality food.

So to say thanks to Ike for the help on the computer, Tom gave us lobster bisque and a gynormous (not a real word, so it's okay if I spelled it wrong) smoked turkey. Jake overheard Ike and me talking about the food.

He said, "So Tom and Mary gave us food??"

We said yes. Jake was very quiet for a long time. And then he said...

"Oh...they must think we're poor."

Hmm, perceptions...

I told Jake, "No, actually honey, that's why your grandparents give us food."

(Okay, I didn't really say that. He thinks we're rich and I don't want to be the person to spoil that for him.)