my son, the mobster
So, we decide to go out for a sandwich for dinner tonight, just as a chance to get out of the house today, and we're in line at the sandwich shop. Kokopelli orders his own sandwich (PB&J on white), and I order mine (veggie on wheat). The guy behind the counter is very smiling and tolerant of the 3-year-old ordering his own food. Then Kokopelli looks at him, makes a little gesture toward Kokopellidad with his hand, and says smoothly to the sandwich guy, "and we'll need a sandwich for our friend here." It was like carrying a tiny Corleone in my arms. He was so suave.