I am not a souse
But you wouldn't know it to hear my daughter talk.Tonight, we are rolling out pizza crust in the kitchen, discussing our topping options:
Mama: Well, we could have pine nuts on our pizza...
Darling Daughter, (suspiciously): Why? What are they?
Mama (extracting one from bag and popping it in DD's mouth as if she were a baby bird): They're yummy and toasty. They are good for us! [thinks, When did I become the freakin' food pyramid spokesperson, anyway? SHOOT ME!]* See?
DD: No, thank you, Mama. Maybe with cocktails, but not on my pizza...
Mama (stunned into silence): ---
*I should point out that, ever precocious, my daughter has picked up the mantra I use to encourage her to eat something besides noodles and bread products. "I'm eating my protein, Mama," she lisps sweetly, "because I do not live by STARCH ALONE." She slays me.
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posted by Unknown @ 10:31 PM
3 Comments:
I once ran into two of my students in a supermarked with a case of wine, a gallon of milk, a bunch of scallions and a screaming toddler. Fun times. Fun times.
Yes, my daughter also knows all about the need for protein. Is that freaky you think?
(...filling glass)
the claws of lost love gnaw without remorse.
But fair winds will fill your sails again.
Be of good cheer.
GaleH
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