Sushi Husband

For those family members reading this, prepare to be astounded—my husband ate sushi tonight.   It wasn’t his first time either.   We went to our favorite sushi and Thai restaurant, where he’s been ordering Thai food for years and not only did he order sushi, he tried some of my rolls.  

When I first knew him, he didn’t eat too many different ethnic cuisines.  Or rather, as my children would say, “he didn’t prefer” other cuisines.   Personally the cuisines I find most boring are “American” and “backyard grilling”—I’d rather eat just about anything else.  Unusual, uncommon or something I haven’t tried before and you’ve got my interest without even telling me where.

So tonight when he asked me if he could have the little “a la carte” paper on which you mark which types of sushi you want to order so he could add to the list, my heart swelled with pride.   He’s been branching out into new things for years now.    Go dad.

The Big Boy Update:  My son had a challenging first two weeks at school from an adjustment perspective.  I could tell when he got home because he’d dropped back into his low self-esteem, high anxiety behavior which looks outwardly like he’s being a jerk.   Today he was calm, gracious and courteous with his sister and friends.   He was doing collaborative play with his sister and getting along well.   I’m hoping he’s settled back into the routine of school.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  On the way to dinner my daughter asked if we could have a lemonade stand (or “len-na-made” as she insists on pronouncing it.)   She thought an orange juice stand might be nice on second thought.   Then, she wanted to know if a water stand would be good?   What about an ice truck stand?  Then, after a period of silence she said, “I know, we could have a singing stand!”