A sequence of random factoids that culminate in a story:
On the playhouse Disney website, there is an incredible machine game where you place the correct body part on the animal. In keeping with the prevalence of relativism, placing a trunk on a tiger earns you an enthusiastic "Interesting choice!"
We have a warehouse-style grocery store in La Crosse (Woodman's) that sells Breyers Ice Cream for $2.99 regular price (It's typically $5.50 or more)
Alison made quesadillas for our boys last night, including a healthy portion of refried beans to dip them in.
So, we had a little ice cream party; Alison served everyone a bowl of Mint and Chip. By chance Jeremiah received his dessert and sat next to the bowl of bean dip. Without us noticing, after a few bites of ice cream he grabbed the beans and stabbed himself a spoonful. So we got a good laugh out of Jeremiah's meal planning. Not only did he eat that spoonful of beans, once he had a taste he ditched the ice cream and went whole hog on the refritos. Eventually he did settle into an every-other-spoonful routine, but we were more than a little surprised that cold refried beans were a little higher on the food-tasting-totem-pole than, of all things, Breyers mint and chip, (especially considering we're convinced it's harvested from the first snows of Christmas morning by chocolate sprinkling elves from Santa's workshop).
Friday, July 13, 2007
Interesting Choice
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He peed in his ice cream today (don't ask; it's easier that way). Maybe he's not an ice cream fan. How very odd.
((shudder))
I guess the taste for dairy products is not encoded on one's DNA. Because one would think any son of John's would a) bite huge chunks off of his friend's block of cheddar b) eat almost an entire quart of raspberry yogurt by himself in one morning and c) enjoy a nice bowl of mint and chip ice cream without relieving himself in it.
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