Wimp!

Eric (one of my tutor students, of course) is a sweetheart. He gave me Snickers from his trick-or-treat bag after asking me what my favorite candy was. I definitely struggle with him and my patience is tested every time we tutor, but we have those golden moments. He exudes warmth.

I learned today that his eating habits are peculiar. For example, he likes to eat a PB & J sandwhich with string cheese melted on top. I went to his house a little early today and saw him making a sandwhich (I thought it was one of his special PB & Js), but I saw a tub of sour cream on the table.

Me: What's the sour cream for?
Eric: I spread it on the bread.
Me: What?! Is that good?
Eric: Yeah! It's so good!
Me: That's weird.
Eric: No, it's so good. You have to try it. Do you want me to make you one?
Me: Uhhh.. no thanks. I'm not brave.
Eric: Wimp!
Me: (laughing) Yeah
Eric: Wimp!
Me: Yeah, I am.
Eric: Really? 'Cause it's ok if you are.

Thanks Eric.

Within the past two days, I've been called weird, crazy and a wimp by my tutor students. Hmm.