It was about more than watermelon...

A moment at breakfast today that tugged at the heart strings....

We were having breakfast today and Aidan was characteristically picky. He would not eat the dosas that Leena made (and they were fantastic, his loss). He wanted to eat the watermelon that was in the kitchen on the table. We gave in and gave Leena the go-ahead to slice it up for him.

She came out like 30 seconds later and said "I am sorry, the watermelon is spoiled." In our words, it was rotten, but the message was clear.

Aidan looked at me, then looked at Tara, and his eyes started to well up with tears. His bottom lip started to quiver. Then he ran upstairs.

It was his turn to have the "Why did we come here, I want to go home!" experience. It was his first and only, thus far. He was fine a short bit later.

This is definitely an adjustment.

When I came home tonight the whole family was having a grand time playing War (the card game).

Adjustments.....

By the way, Aidan had a fresh watermelon for lunch, I made sure of it.