Seasick

One of the unexpected niceties of me being in "THE BOOT" is that we've gone out to dinner a lot more than usual. I'm really just too "hurt" to stand up in the kitchen and cook most days.

So, we were out at Starfish Grille and Andrew and Colin both want fish sticks. I guess fish sticks these days are wayyyy better than the kind my mom fixed for me back in the 1970s. Anyhow, we're all eating (mine was fabulous, by the way. Parmesan crusted pork loin in a whole grain mustard cream sauce over pasta. MMMMMMMM) and I noticed that Andrew had quit eating.
He looked tired, or ill, or something....

Mom: "Andrew, are you okay?"
Andrew: "Yeah, but I don't want any more of these fish sticks."
Mom: "Why? Aren't they any good?"
Andrew: "Well, they are making me seasick."

I swear, it was one of the cutest things he has ever said. I think it must have been because he was in a short sleeve shirt and the AC was blasting. Colin, Andrew and I can get cold in a restaurant (or movie theatre or car) and Mike will be like, "Turn on the air conditioning!" Anyhow, he took a break from eating, went and snuggled in Mike's arms and warmed up. All was well and he could go back to eating fish sticks.