I’m reading Charlotte’s Web to my girls. We are currently at the part at the fair where Wilbur is, as always, worried that he’ll be killed. Charlotte assures him he will win a ribbon and won’t be killed. Nice, right?
So, at dinner, my four-year-old takes a bite of meat and says, “Mmmm… Yum-my! This tastes like DEAD PIG!”
Sigh. Then later I asked if she’d like some carrots. She said, “Yes, please, and more dead pig!”
Good grief. I’m not placing money on her becoming a vegetarian.
Since Nikitaland asked for funny stories about my husband, here’s a bonus for you:
At a work meeting, the boss asked if anyone had any burning issues to discuss. One coworker, who talks a lot, raised his hand and said, “I always have a burning issue.”
My husband replied, “You know there’s an ointment for that.”
My husband said he’d never seen his boss laugh so hard. The coworker was slightly less amused. Ah well.