Mak is a foodie. An honest-to-goodness, true-blue foodie. The kind who'd rather be in a supermarket than a toy store any day. He could spend hours and hours in the aisles of a grocery if you let him. He loves crabs and lobsters and lamb and halibut. And sausages with dijon mustard. When his first tooth fell off, he seriously worried he wouldn't be able to eat. He smiles when he looks at a restaurant menu for the first time. His eyes light up when the meal arrives. He squeals if it was everything he had hoped for and more. He licks his lips to savor that one last bite. He says when food is really good he needs to close his eyes.
So it really was no shocker for any of us when we read his letter to Santa this year.
The boy wants a waffle maker. So he can top it with fresh strawberries and mangoes. And cream. So doesn't have to wait for our weekly Friday afternoon date in Starbucks to have it.