mimi asked for cheese pizza for dinner. i told her she could have it if she had it with one veggie. when it comes to pizza, mimi is a purist...only cheese and nothing else. but i guess she was really in the mood for some pizza because she quickly agreed. after perusing the options, she grudgingly obliged to have mushrooms on her pizza.
when the pizza arrived, she stared down at the dark brown shriveled masses on her pristine white cheese and says, i feel like the mushrooms look yucky and i dont want to eat them.
i went over to her side, picked off a mushroom and popped it in my mouth, chewed thoughtfully and then announced that they were delicious. and then told her that yes, i agree they dont look good, but sometimes things that look yucky actually taste good.
to which she responds, the table looks yucky, would you eat the table?! SLUGS look yucky! WOULD YOU EAT A SLUG??!! WOULD YOU?! she screams. HOW ABOUT A...
i cut her off quickly, saying, i said SOMETHINGS, not everything. now eat your pizza.
after taking a bite with mushroom, she puts the slice down on her plate and tells me, mouthful of pizza:
it tastes like compost.
i give her a warning look and say her name in a threatening tone. she picks up her pizza and continues to eat it, saying, well, i guess all food is compost if you think about it.
when the pizza arrived, she stared down at the dark brown shriveled masses on her pristine white cheese and says, i feel like the mushrooms look yucky and i dont want to eat them.
i went over to her side, picked off a mushroom and popped it in my mouth, chewed thoughtfully and then announced that they were delicious. and then told her that yes, i agree they dont look good, but sometimes things that look yucky actually taste good.
to which she responds, the table looks yucky, would you eat the table?! SLUGS look yucky! WOULD YOU EAT A SLUG??!! WOULD YOU?! she screams. HOW ABOUT A...
i cut her off quickly, saying, i said SOMETHINGS, not everything. now eat your pizza.
after taking a bite with mushroom, she puts the slice down on her plate and tells me, mouthful of pizza:
it tastes like compost.
i give her a warning look and say her name in a threatening tone. she picks up her pizza and continues to eat it, saying, well, i guess all food is compost if you think about it.
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