We were sitting around the dinner table recently, trying to get the kids to be quiet enough so we could say prayer and begin the meal. Sometimes that takes a while.
R noticed the plate of freshly grilled food in the middle of the table. She proceeded to stand on her chair and began a loud chant, "I don't like that! I don't like that! I don't like that!" Our requests for her to sit down were drowned out completely. When her chant finally faded a little, J piped up, "No, R. It just LOOKS yucky. But really, it's ok inside."
The meat WAS a little dark.
By this time, R had climbed down off her chair and had hidden under the table to get farther away from the food she professed not to like.
J continued his efforts to convince her that it wasn't so bad by saying, "R, Daddy burned the hostages. But that's just on the outside. Inside, they're ok."
What a relief! I'd hate to be married to a guy that burns hostages inside AND out.
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Reminds me of a certain experiment with zucchini (made to taste like pineapple) when you were about J's age! Remember?
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