Today, Hans and I went to Swiss Chalet for lunch. For a pescatarian like me, it is an odd choice; however, I wanted Hans to try their limited-edition beef offerings. Predictably, Hans enjoyed his lunch. I tried to find some solace in the veggie potpie and failed miserably.
When we walked out, Hans said this to me:
Mom, you are cool. You don’t have a car to drive, and you don’t have a husband, and you are still happy.
I hope I captured his words accurately. He could have said something about lunch, but he chose to talk about a car that I can’t drive anyway. Maybe he missed his dad driving him around.
In all fairness, we were walking to a TTC bus stop.
Hans and I have had many conversations since we moved into our apartment on November 1, 2022. Some of them were about nothing in particular. Others were very personal. But the boy always makes me smile. And he keeps me positive … some might even say that I have become somewhat annoyingly positive.
