"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!"
Mmmm . . .
Posted by Anne at Friday, May 04, 2007
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1 comments:
well hey boy don't be so picky, theres plenty of nutrition in it!
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