The taste of memory
We celebrated both sons’ baptism anniversaries a few weeks back. Their days are only a fortnight apart, so in the blur of busy schedules we set aside a single night to celebrate and remember.
As I was setting the table for their special dinner, my son snatched his baptism candle out of its holder and playfully held it in front of his mouth as if to bite. Coyly offering one of his beloved kidisms, he teased: “Does it taste?”
He offers this phrase about anything he knows he’s not supposed to eat, as he watches his younger brother jam everything into his mouth. No, we shake our heads – books and crayons and blocks and chalk donot taste. Food is the only thing that tastes.
