Tyler: “Dad, can I eat a plum with dinner?”
Me: “Sure”.
Tyler (midway through dinner): “Dad, I don’t want this peach, it tastes weird.”
Me: “It’s not a peach, it’s a plum, and eat it. You asked to have it, so you’re going to finish it.”
Tyler: looks at me like I just told him to eat brussel sprouts, starts eating, screams and drops the plum.
Me: “What is your problem?”
Tyler: “There’s a worm in it.”
Me: “Let me see that… yep. Sure enough, that’s some kinda larva worm.”
Gross. Evidently the kid was right. It probably did taste nasty.
Me: “Good news Tyler: It’s still whole.”
I should trust Tyler more. The last 2 times I’ve poured sour milk into cereal without watching, he was the first one to notice something was wrong. Jake- the skinny little runt of our family- just straight pounds it. Maybe Tyler will be some kind of food judge one day.
Husband. Dad to 5. Student Ministry Pastor. Follower of Jesus. Yatta yatta.
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