At lunch today:
Lucas: Mom, why don't you eat celery?
Mom: I don't really like it. I only like it when it's cooked in something, like soup.
Lucas: Well I like it when it's cold and wet. (pause) Hey, aren't you supposed to take one bite of everything at the table?
Mom: {sigh} You're right buddy. (I plugged my nose and took 1 very small bite.)
Aren't you proud of me, Mom?
1 comment:
Why is it Lucas can get you to do what I never could? Go, Lucas!
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