The only problem, I’m two, and my Mother doesn’t think I should be afforded the privilege of making my own eating choices. (To her credit, I do on occasion feel the need to taste what has come out of my nose and would try to survive on Starburst Candies alone, if given the chance.)
So when I come across something that I find particularly offensive, I have to get creative with trying to dispose of it in a crafty way.
For example, that tall green vegetable called asparagus.
It’s gross. It looks gross, it tastes gross, it smells gross. It has one redeeming quality…it fits perfectly in my straw.
Had it not been for my sisters laughing hysterically at my ingenuity, I would have quietly left the table and the Chef would have been none the wiser.
Come on gals, I thought we were on the same team!
