MOTHER: I'm about to get started making lunch. What would you like to have for lunch today?
CHILD: I want a grilled cheese sandwich please.
MOTHER: Okay. One grilled cheese sandwich coming up!
CHILD: I want Havarti cheese on it.
MOTHER: Okay . . .
CHILD: Havarti not Cheddar or American. And I want a slice of Swiss cheese on the side. Not on the sandwich.
MOTHER: Okay, I'll put Havarti cheese on the sandwich.
CHILD: And a slice of Swiss cheese on the side. Cold.
7 comments:
"And chocolate milk; shaken, not stirred."
At least he didn't want the crusts cut off. Or it cut in half, into triangles, not rectangles.
He makes me smile!
Actually, it's an unspoken assumption that all grilled cheese sandwiches served to Isaac will be cut in to nine equal-sized cubes.
(You might think I'm joking. I'm not.)
that's my kind of kid!
Good lord. Next he'll be complaining about the price of Arugala at Whole Foods.
What have you done to that child?
It's Arugula, Dwight. Arugula. See, this is why I'm an elitist and you are not :P
And dude, if I could get that child to eat ANY green thing that grew in the ground, it wouldn't matter if it came from Whole Foods or had to be imported from Zanzibar-- I'd order it in bulk.
Wow, that child knows his cheese! Impressive.
(And I know you aren't joking about the cubed sandwiches. I do the same thing.)
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