Peter sidled up beside me while I sat on the curb.
I was watching my children burn off the last of their jet fuel on the playground.
"Want to have dinner with me?" Peter asked.I looked straight into his large, very blue eyes.
I noticed that his lips were as full as Angelina Jolie's.
Peter took another step towards me.
"I have macaroni and Arthur," he said with confidence.A grin spread across my face.
How could I resist a proposition like this?
"It's bug shaped macaroni!" Peter said, leaning in close to my ear.
"I'd love to eat with you," I said smiling.Peter, my daughter's three year old classmate, beamed.