Meatloaf

Logan and I had just piled into the car after I had gone to pick him up from school.  We fastened our seatbelts and headed for home.

“Dad, you know what we’re gonna make tonight?” Logan asked excitedly. 

“Meatloaf?” I asked, starting to formulate a dinner plan. 

“No!”

No?  Oh, that’s too bad, I really wanted meatloaf.  Well, then I got nothin’. 

“The thingy,” he said. 

I’m trying to get a clear picture of it but nothing is coming to mind. 

“The thingy?” I asked. 

“Yes,” he said, with exasperation, “you know, with the stuff.”

He was clearly upset that I was being so dense.  Though he was not aware of the fact, I already knew what thingy and what stuff.  I just get a kick out of messing with him.

"Well, if we use the stuff, that will be a mighty good thingy."

I tried no to smile.

All I could see in the rearview mirror was a glare.

- 21 November 2017