Monday, November 21, 2005


My child, the Human Air-Fern, on what she'd deign to put into her stomach today:

"Mommy, will you fix me something for to eat?"

"Of course, Baby--what would you like?"

(Hopefully, with the big eyes and the captivating grin) "CHOCOLATE?"

"No, we don't have any chocolate."

"No chocolate?"


(Decisively) "OK. Tartar sauce."

"You want tartar sauce for lunch."


I finally talked her into a roast beef and cheese sandwich, but not without much talk of the lack of tartar sauce.


  1. Hee. Yesterday after kindy, it was "A SANDWICH! A sandwich with... bacon and tomato and cheese and tomato and butter and tomato sauce and Vegemite and .... and tomato. and bread!"
    He got pretty much exactly what he asked for. And still scarfed up roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and fruit salad at dinnertime.

  2. How did you convince her to move from tarter sauce to roast beef and cheese?

  3. Luke wants chocolate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

    He doesn't get it, of course.

    Roast beef w/tartar sauce? Sounds good to me :-)

  4. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
    *drool drool*