When I make Sam’s lunch in the morning, I put his thermos of milk or water into the freezer so it stays cool and refreshing through the hot Brazilian morning despite being in his backpack. Recently, at the tail end of the dry season, it has been water.
Yesterday morning, along with the work badge, I forgot Sam’s thermos in the freezer. I broke the bad news to him as we were walking into school.
He frowned, then brightened.
“That’s okay,” he told me. “Tomorrow it will be frosty and delicious!”
This is water, mind you.
God, I love this kid.