Tonight for dinner I made spaghetti with a delicious tomato sauce and ground turkey. I put the plates in front of the girls and asked them if they would like some shredded cheese on top. That's a silly question, of course. In the fridge, I noticed we had a small block of romano. I thought it would be delicous, so I shredded it on their spaghetti, we said the prayer, and then we began to eat. What follows is their critique of the meal:
Lady: This is bummy cheese!
Me: What is that?
Lady: The cheese smells like bum
Bell: I'm not going to eat bummy food.
Unison: Bummy foood, bummy food, Mommy gave us bummy food.
Me: Um, that's enough. It's not bummy food and I don't like that word.
Lady: Well... I'm not going to eat food that smells like bum.
Bell: I'm not going to eat food that smells like bum either. I need new food. This food smells like bum.
I told them I wasn't going to give them more and they could pick the cheese of if they wanted. They didn't want to, so they didn't eat. I thought it was delicious, but I don't think I'll ever be able to eat romano cheese again.. it does have a peculiar smell...
2 comments:
You had me laughing so hard! I will never smell that cheese again without smiling! We miss and love you!!! Bum smells and all!
Ah, I needed a good laugh! Thanks.
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