Second son walks into kitchen, looks at food on stovetop curiously.
“Try it, its real good” I say.
He raises his eyebrows and says “really?”
“sure. It’s cheesy chicken stuff. with chips”
Second Son takes a chip and dips it into the mix saying “Its like nachos with chicken?”
“yes,” I say, “but in a dip?”
Second Son pops it into his mouth. Eyebrows start going up and down as he chomps. Face contorts into frown.
“They are a little spicy” I say, knowing he does not like spicy food usually.
“It IS a little spicy” he says, still making weird faces with his eyebrows going up and down. At one point I giggle because I’ve never seen him change faces so often especially while eating. I half-expect him to spit it out and run for the milk. Its not THAT spicy but he can be “sensitive”
“uh, sorry… are you alright? I know its spicy, do you need some milk?”
“No,” he says, eyebrows moving in time with is jaw.
“well, I like it. I think its not bad…”
“Its DELICIOUS” he says with absolute finality. Then pops another into his mouth.