The playground near my mom's has a great play-structure
It has a tower and slides, a steering wheel and ladders.
But underneath, they built a little window.
Flash uses it as a take-out window.
Yesterday as I sat on the nearby bench he yelled
"Mommy! Your soup is ready!"
Why is it always soup?
I went over, and retrieved my leaf-with-woodchips concoction
and asked what today's soup was.
"Its green chocolate soup. Here is your four dollars "
Why does he always say four dollars? And why does he pay me?
"Enjoy! Take care!"
And I went back to my bench to play-eat,
under the watchful eye of my young chef,
who had climbed up to the steering wheel/deck area.
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