Three things
The kid’s been loving swimming lately – he just started doing the backstroke and it’s become his fave.
Probably because he can keep his face above water.
But, about a month ago, we had to skip his class – which we almost never do – because he got (what I thought was) food poisoning.
Long story short, had to buy him a completely new mattress and ran my washing machine three or four times before I finally crashed after 2AM on a school night.
Woulda been an all-nighter if not for the Firecracker’s help.
Fast-forward to this past weekend when I was supposed to do alla these things but ended up just staying in bed because I thought I ate something bad.
Me: I shouldn’tve had that can of Dr. Pepper.
Her: I don’t think Dr. Pepper’s gonna make you sick.
Me: Well, it had to have been something.
But I was only sick for about 35 hours. Now the Firecracker’s feeling rough.
Mentioned this to my mother-in-law.
MIL: Oh, it was probably the norovirus.
Me: Norovirus? What makes you think that?
Her: It’s all over the place here and popping up in NYC too.
Turns out, she’s not wrong.
The Firecracker’s still recovering, but after my – pretty gross – 36 hours, I really wanted to have some carbs.
Her: What do you want?
Me: Either pho or ramen.
Her: Oooh, I’d go for some ramen.
Because of my need to avoid carbs, the last time I had ramen in a restaurant was with my brother out in California – although I did make some myself a few years back.
So, we went to a joint that we’d walked by a few times but never went in – Zurutto.
I ordered some ramen for us, plus some dumplings for the kid.
While the kid was practicing his chopsticks…
Son: (growing frustrated with his chopsticks) This is impossible!
Me: Nonsense. Billions of people use chopsticks every day. You just gotta practice.
…the Firecracker and I just chatted.
Her: Ooooh, look those two are on a date.
Me: (whistling) Whoa, hopefully not their first date. Ramen’s tough as a first date spot.
Her: Oh, I know – I went on a first date at a ramen shop once.
Me: How’d it go?
Her: I spent the whole time trying not to slurp. But, of course, you kinda had to.
Found out later that zurutto means to slurp.
There, now you’ve learned three things:
- Zurutto means to slurp
- My son can do the backstroke
- The East Cost is lousy with norovirus
And you thought this was a blog about nuthin.
Location: getting the Firecracker some flowers and some Dr. Pepper on Broadway
Mood: well(ish)
Music: Things are easy when you’re big in Japan (Spotify)
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