This evening Jacob and I dined alone. I thought you might enjoy a transcript of our conversation:
I bless the food and start eating. He sits there staring at his plate.
Me: Aren’t you going to eat?
Jacob: I can’t without help.
Me: Yes, you can. You do it all the time.
Jacob: My muscle hurts.
Me: Which muscle?
He grabs his right biceps with his left hand.
Me: Well, I guess you’ll just have to do the best you can.
I continue eating. He picks up his fork and holds it poised in the air above the plate. His left hand remains on his biceps. I try not to look at him, so he won’t think he can manipulate me. He eats a few bites, then puts the fork down.
Jacob: I’m forbidden to eat any more.
Me: Oh, really? Who’s forbidding you?
He points up.
Me: God told you not to eat any more?
Jacob: He just gave me that order.
Me: Is that right. What did He say?
Jacob: He said, “Stop eating right now.”
Me (trying not to laugh): Jacob, it’s not good to make something up and say that God said it.
He grins. After a few moments he starts eating again. Then he puts his fork down.
Jacob: I’m so afraid to eat.
Jacob: I’m afraid I might drop that food on the floor.
Me: If you drop it on the floor, we’ll clean it up. That’s no big deal.
Jacob: It is to my mind’s eye.
I smirk at him. He laughs. By now he has finished his chicken.
Jacob: I can’t eat those vegetables.
Me: You won’t get any cookies, then.
The dryer buzzes, and I leave to fold laundry. When I return he has finished all his food. I give him three cookies, and he says, “Thank you.” I guess his muscle doesn’t hurt, and God doesn’t forbid him, and he’s not afraid of making a mess on the floor when he eats cookies. 😉
Seattle in two days! Grace, Luke, and the Pacific Northwest. I’m sure I’ll have stories to tell. Until then be well, my dears.