I sat down at the table and looked across at my dining companion, Tony. He and I had gotten accustomed to eating together at least once a day, more often on the weekends. Tonight he was having sweet potatoes with turkey, apples, and cinnamon. I was having curry chicken over rice. He had a cup of water, I had a Dos Equis Amber.
“Cheers,” I gave him a nod as I held up my beer.
“Aargh,” Tony replied loudly and then he smiled. His mother, my daughter, grinned at him. She gave him another spoonful of orange paste and placed a handful of peas on the high chair tray.