Last night we had some soup that was given to us free by some good friends. (The husband is a truck driver, and often times, he is given a bunch of food to take home. They, in turn, kindly give away what they know they cannot use to friends like us:)
So, we were sampling some “Subway Broccoli and Cheese Soup” when this conversation happened at the dinner table. . .
Timmy: “I’m full.”
Caroline: “But you didn’t eat any.”
Daddy: “Four more bites, Timmy.”
Timmy: After taking a bite says, “Ewww . . . gross!”
Daddy: “Timmy, we don’t say “gross” about our food. We say something like ‘I don’t really care for this’ . . .okay?”
Timmy: Ponders this for a moment, then says, “I really don’t care about this . . . does anyone want my left-overs?”
Daddy: After no one moves, takes Timmy’s bowl and takes a bite.
Timmy: Then says, “WOW, Daddy, you must be REALLY hungry!”