Last Thursday mom and dad went out to dinner. I usually don't mind staying home alone, but for some reason I really wanted to go this time. I looked at mom with my 'poor me' eyes, but she didn't budge. They told me to take care of the house and that they would be back soon, closed the door and left. I knew my eyes had some effect on mom, I just didn't know how much!
About an hour and a half later I hear the door and then I smell some of those delicious Shish Kabobs that always tease my senses in the streets of Cuenca. Am I dreaming? I must be... Nope ... those 'poor me' eyes worked! Not exactly what I had in mind, but this was way better.
Mom and dad were also happy about their dinner. They had gone out with 3 friends and the five of them ate for $6.70! Hot chocolate, chicken and pork tamales and humitas with cheese for mom, the vegetarian. They went to Calle de las Herrerias which is a very old street close to our house. It's filled with metal workers and food stands that come alive at night.
I think that I'm going to use my "poor me" look more often. It really pays off.
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