“I don’t like this. It looks yucky.”
“Mari. It’s lasagna. If food could copulate and make babies, lasagna would be the offspring of pizza and spaghetti. Those are like, your two favorite foods.”
*crickets chirping* (probably because she’s trying to use context clues to figure out what “copulate” means.)
I sigh. “Look Mari, you can’t just decide that you don’t like something because you think it looks funny. You have to at least taste it.”
“But I don’t want to.”
“I realize you don’t want to. But you have to.”
Begins to cry: “But mommy, I really, really, reeeeeally don’t want to! It really does look yucky!”
