Yesterday we had lunch at a Chinese restaurant. My five year old (the hoarder in the making) decided he needed to keep a packet of soy sauce. He held it in his hand for most of the remainder of the day. I found it cute that he wanted to tuck it into bed. It found its nesting place in the ear of headgear and its blanket was a sock. We said goodnight to soy sauce. I assumed that was the end of it.
This morning I was greeted by my adorable son and his cheery smile AND the packet of soy sauce to which I was instructed to say good morning. "Good morning, Soy Sauce!". He said that he slept well. I also went on to find out that he is ten years old, used to wrestle and enjoys playing chess. Who knew a packet could lead such a full life. We were very careful to keep him safe in his pocket when we ate the leftovers for lunch because the table is a dangerous place for a packet of soy sauce.
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