Aunt Rosmarie, my sister-in-law, made an outrageous chocolate mousse today for when the boys came home from school. She made it with Toblerone, the dark kind, and heavy cream. Oliver, who went back to school yesterday, is spotty -- covered, really, in those scabs that remain itchy and keep him fairly irritable. It's also about ninety degrees today, unseasonably hot, making itchy arms and legs and head even more awful.
He ate the mousse with great enthusiasm, though, and after licking the bowl clean, I asked him whether the mousse had hit the spot for him.
Yeah, Mom, he said, and lifted up his shirt, it hit all my spots and I had a lot today to hit.
Remind me of his sense of humor next time I threaten to kill him.