How About ME?
Mood:  happy
How about me? has become one of our favorite concepts. It originates, of course, from Sam. Ben and I have a habit of asking "how about" various things: How about a drink? How about a movie? Dinner? A trip to the moon on gossamer wings? and so on. And Sam, if he feels everyone's concerns are departing too far from what's really important in life, will abruptly break into the conversation to demand, "How about ME?"

It's a great concept. People should be more honest about this -- they can make nice all they want, but if you cut to the chase, the big question on most people's minds is How about ME? Leave it to Sam to just come right out and say it. That's a quality he inherited from his father.

Meanwhile, I e-mailed Ben this afternoon. How about ME? I demanded. But not seriously. It's time to make some weekend plans. That makes the work week more tolerable: You plan something little for the weekend, some small treat to look forward to. This week, we will drive up to Seal Beach and walk in the sand with our boys, then go to Walt's Wharf, a locally legendary seafood restaurant, for lunch. They have awesome fish and an impressive wine list.

And if we're really lucky, Matt won't scream like a banshee at lunch and won't make me stand up and rock him instead of letting me sit and eat my fish. Matt is still a guy of few words. He's really just a baby, which means he tends to cry like, well, a baby. But I know what he's really saying. How about me? How about ME!?