be-musings

I took Matthew and his bike to a skateboard park, as I had the prior day. In that 24 hours he had improved significantly and picked up on some tips I had given him. At one point yesterday he decided that it would be a great stunt to go down one of the slopes...backwards. You can picture the back tire swinging around and the front tire turning, and Matthew ending up sideways on the pavement. Not hurt; wasn't going fast. He picked himself up and continued on. A couple other close calls, lots of fun, and we headed out of the park. As I put his bike in the car he whispered to himself "Backwards isn't a good way". Like it was his own tip to remember for the next time. We had a good laugh together about a couple of the other wipeouts.
At lunch later, there was one slice of cheese left. We both eyed it like hawks, watching the other person's movements. He reached for it, and I made a gutteral noise while grabbing his hand. We pretend-wrestled over it, and I let Matthew win. Then he put it right back, asking me to simulate everything again, exactly as it happened before. We did, but this time I added a twist. At the end of the simulation I had the back of Matthew's hand in the palm of mine. I put it to my mouth and took a bite out of the cheese that he was holding. Hilarious! That shocked him! He yelled "Mom!", threw the cheese at me, it bounced off me, fell into my soup, which splashed onto my white shirt. Although Matthew and I were both laughing, he also seemed upset. Could have been that I accidentally bit his finger along with the cheese. I asked Matthew if he was mad about me biting him. His response? No mom...how could you eat the last piece of cheese?