Reflecting on the all things I’m thankful for out of everything that has taken place over this last year, my 2-year-old’s brief dialogue with a stranger early one morning during our family walk to the neighborhood beignet purveyor takes the top spot. The six of us were leisurely making our way down General Pershing one sun-drenched spring dawn when we happened upon some men with car hood popped quizzically troubleshooting an engine. As we traded greetings, one of the men asked my youngest where we were going, and she paused with big smile and excitedly responded monosyllabically “Hey,” followed by a pause. Then a “Beignets” came next, followed by another pause. And then, with a slight nod if not an air of invitation, she finished with an “Eat.”
“Hey. Beignets. Eat.” The purposefully chosen words have stuck with me in their complete, albeit disjointed, simplicity since, and here’s why.