Crabs

Often dinner is cooked, if the cooking of dinner involves Dad, as little cooking as possible is involved.

One particular night, however, Mom had grilled some lovely salmon with garlic and lemon. Dads contribution to the meal was significantly simpler. He had purchased some California rolls and was happy to contribute.

Boston had never seen this dish and, like any two year old, was curious as to the content of the confection. This prompted him to ask what it was. Like any good father, Dad explained. "This part is rice, this part is seaweed, and this is crab." Dad said indicating each component respectively.

Boston's eyes focused on the roll. "This part is crab." he said, pointing to the middle.

"Yes." Dad said.

Boston's brow wrinkled slightly and his voice lowered just a bit as he said "This part here?"

"Yes." Dad said again.

Brow still wrinkled, voice lowering again and head tilting toward the morsel "And we eat it?"

"Uh huh", Replied Dad neither looking at Boston, nor seeing where this was going.

Boston has seen crabs in the store. He has also seen them on TV. Eight legs, hard shell and all the funny looking walk that you could ask for. He knows what a crab looks like. Thus, in a voice just above a whisper, and with all the sincerity that a two year old can muster he asked, "Is it dead?"

A two year old certainly sees the world as it is explained to him. Dad just needs to explain the explanation.