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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Silly Monkey Stories #270 – Guilty

(En español más abajo)
 
Canada
05/May/2015 –  Sofía (4)
 
We were in New York City with Santi, as we had travelled to meet with my brothers Paco and Martin, who were visiting because of my niece Naty’s graduation. Paco had also brought her beautiful daughter Sofía, who was (still is) as pretty as outgoing and incredibly smart.
 
We went out for breakfast, as it was Paco’s birthday, and we ended at a very hip restaurant in Soho (obviously it was birthday boy who picked the place) :-) . We ordered our food from a very particular menu (most of the dishes did not look like breakfast stuff). I don’t remember exactly what I ordered, but it was some kind of pasta. Paco asked for a coffee and a basket with all kinds of bread, to share with Sofi.
 
I was almost done eating when I decided to try one of those breads from the basket. I took a croissant and cut a very small piece, just the tip of it. Unfortunately for me, it was exactly what Sofía was planning on eating at that moment!
 
Normally, you would expect the little girl (Sofi was only 4 back then) would throw a tantrum, start to cry, something like that. I wasn’t expecting her reaction and I have to admit it left me speechless. She looked at me, looked at the tip of the croissant between my fingers and said, in a very sad tone:

- Uhh... that was what I wanted… and now I will not have anything to eat!

I felt SO guilty that I quietly left that little piece of croissant back in the basket and I didn’t eat anything else! :-)

 
Argentina05/May/2015 –  Sofía (4)
 
Estábamos en New York City con Santi, habíamos ido a encontrarnos con mis hermanos Paco y Martín, que estaban de visita para la graduación de mi sobrina Naty. Paco estaba además con su hermosa hija Sofía, tan bonita como deshinibida e inteligente (un auténtico 'monstruito' diríamos en Argentina).

Fuimos a desayunar a un café muy 'hip' en el barrio de Soho, para celebrar el cumpleaños de Paco, definitivamente un lugar que ni Martín ni yo hubiéramos elegido :-) . Allí, pedimos nuestros platos desde un menú muy particular (la gran mayoría de los platos del menú parecían más de almuerzo que de desayuno). Yo no recuerdo muy bien lo que pedí pero sí recuerdo que era pastas. Paco pidió un café y una canasta de panes para compartir con mi sobrinita.

Ya terminando de comer, se me dio por probar un pedacito de uno de los panes de dicha canasta. Tomé un croissant que había ahí y le recorté un pedacito mínimo, casi diría que sólo la puntita. Medio bocado. Lamentablemente para mí, era justo lo que Sofía estaba pensando en comer!!

Normalmente, uno espera que una nena chiquita (Sofi tenía 4 años entonces) te haga un capricho, se largue a llorar, algo así. No me esperaba para nada la reacción, y debo admitir que me desarmó. Me miró, miró la puntita de la medialuna en mis dedos y dijo, con tono triste:

- Uhh... era lo que yo quería comer... y ahora no voy a tener nada!

Me dio tanta culpa que dejé el pedacito en la canasta y no comí más! :-)

 
imageSofi in 2013. Those eyes…  (from my brother’s FB)
 
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