"Chocolate, yellow, caramel, carrot...?" I suggested.
I could hear his reply, "Chocolate."
Later he told us that he had just understood the first option, and so he chose that one.
That's the way he rolls--simultaneously proud and humble and not afraid to laugh at himself.
He invariably tells us about situations that he handled "like a boss."
|Their smiles were worth the blurriness.|
It's more than a little heart-twisting for this mama.
Suhrap, however, seemed unfazed by the coming changes.
When we hunkered down in the living room for a game of charades, he was more than happy to act out every other word.
The rest of us rolled on the floor. Pizza and cake making it difficult to keep up sustained laughter.
Suhrap, may your way always be illuminated by Truth, and may you choose wisdom, justice and chocolate cake over all other options.
Like a boss.