The other morning, I was making a ham steak for breakfast. I knew by the look on my daughter's face that she was pondering over a problem. I asked her, "Are you feeling alright...do you want some breakfast? She told me she wasn't hungry anymore.Now, my girl is never NOT hungry in the mornings and she has been running around the family room since she got up, so she was not ill; So what was the problem?
I served up the breakfast and placed it on the table. I poured a bowl of cereal for my daughter, added some bananas, and brought her some rice milk. After everyone sat down, she jumped up and gave me an enormous hug.
"Daddy, I don't want you to eat that ham!" she burst out.
"Why?" I asked.
SO... I have made ham all her life or bacon or sausages, yet that morning she was upset I was going to eat ham. I knew something was wrong.
"Honey, why don't you want me to eat ham?" Before she could answer me, she ran over to the desk and grabbed a pencil and some paper. "Here, write your name down," she said. I scribbled my name on the paper and asked her again, "So why can't I eat this ham?"
She held onto my arm and handed me the paper with my name on it. She waited until I grabbed the sheet of paper from her.
"Because I don't want you to get hamnesia," she mumbled. It took all of my willpower not to break out laughing.
I looked at her as she stared at me with her sad eyes and her heartfelt concern. She was serious.
I had cereal with her, and she explained how she had watched a show where someone had amnesia and didn't remember his family.
After she was calm, and off playing in her room, I had the best chuckle.
