It seems I've been remiss in telling you of The Pony's adventure last week at the #1 son's college.
No. He was not invited by his loving big brother to come down and see the campus. I know you find that shocking, what with the tight bond between them. The Pony's visit was all business. His W.Y.S.E. team had a tournament there. In which, by the way, they took 2nd Place in the small schools division. The Pony did not place individually, but he was a part of the team score.
Perhaps you recall that The Pony has gotten himself into the Missouri Scholars Academy for three weeks this summer. And that The Pony is the definition of a mama's boy homebody. In fact, if you look in the dictionary under mama's boy homebody, you will see The Pony's picture there, laying sideways on the couch, tangled in my apron strings. So it will be a stretch for The Pony to survive three weeks on his own. We won't even go into the laundry.
I have told The Pony he needs to start eating foods outside his comfort zone, to prepare. The trip to #1's college for this competition seemed like a good place to start. "I think you'll have lunch in their cafeteria. You need to see how things are set up in places like that. So you'll have some idea. And you'll have to find something you like to eat."
Upon return, I learned a lot. The Pony said the cafeteria was chaos. Students were everywhere. He managed to find himself a plate of pasta. With alfredo sauce. Oh, and a soda.
"Did you have breadsticks? Were there any breadsticks?"
"Well, they had some. But I didn't get any. They were extra. What I got, the noodles and the soda, was just under six dollars."
"You could have had some breadsticks. I gave you $29 this morning. For breakfast and lunch and if you saw anything you might want."
"They gave us each a six-dollar voucher for lunch."
"You know, don't you, that you could have paid for the breadsticks with the cash?"
"I know. Here's some change. I was just full. And besides, we were going for pie."
Ah, yes. The pie. The #1 son had told me on the phone that Newmentia's team was coming for the tournament, and he was going to meet them for pie. Apparently, there's a real kick-butt pie shop near to campus. When Farmer H goes down there, he says they go out for pie. Even though Farmer H is not supposed to have pie. So #1 had been talking at least a week about having pie with the team.
"There's not more change, because we stopped for breakfast, and also, I bought pie for #1."
"You bought pie for #1? I just sent him $20! And I NEVER send him money. But I did this week. What did he do with that? Why did YOU buy him pie? He's known for a week he was going for pie when you were there."
"He didn't ask me or anything. I just bought it for him. I think he didn't have his money with him. And the pie store didn't take debit cards. Only cash."
"What kind of pie did he have?"
"Uh...apple or cherry, I think. It was red inside."
"What kind of pie did you have?"
"You know I don't like pie. But when we went in, I saw they had brownies. So I had three brownies. That's how they came on a plate. They were really good. I think it cost me $10 for me and #1 to have pie."
"Did he talk to you? What did he say?"
"Yeah. He talked to me. Actually, he talked more to the people at my table. He got to the cafeteria just as we were finishing lunch and going for pie."
"What was he wearing? Shorts? Pants?"
"He was wearing his black college hoodie. I don't know about what else. I don't look at guys' legs."
"Tell me what he said to you."
"Actually...he said...'You're buying my pie!'"
"Oh, Pony. Why did you tell me he didn't ask, that you just bought it for him? Wishful thinking?"
"Yeah. Kind of. But he DID talk to me in the cafeteria. I told him what I was entered in, and that I didn't think I had placed, and he said that if I did, he would clap at the award ceremony."
Baby steps. That's all I can ask for. Baby steps.