Mmmm . . .

"Mommy," said The Boy, "may I have something to eat?"

"Sure! How about . . . a frog!"

(brief silence)

"Eeeeew! No!"

"Okay. How about a grasshopper?"

"Eeeeew! No!"

"Oh! I know! How about some cat food? I have Tuna & Chicken or Super Supper!"

"Eeeeew! No!"

"I'm sure Miss Puppy would love to share a nice can of Country Stew . . . "

"Eeeeew! No!"

"Okay, FINE. I guess you'll have to have spaghetti."

"Yay! Spaghetti!"

(brief silence)

"You know, it was really kind of funny when you kept trying to get me to eat gross things. I was trying not to laugh."

(brief silence)

"You wouldn't really have given me any of that stuff, would you?"

Update: Tonight The Boy runs up and asks . . . "May I have something to eat?"

I started to reply . . . I was thinking peanut butter.

"Wait!" he yelled. "I don't want anything yucky. And nothing gross. Don't even ask!"