One more Nick-sick story and then I’ll quit.
I can’t promise that, why am I trying?
Just bear with me, it’s a good one.
Ahem. Yesterday morning Nick decided to have cereal for breakfast – honey nut scooters! Hooray for off-brands! He poured milk, got a spoon, cuddled into his computer chair, and started to eat while I was in the other room washing my face and brushing my teeth, etc. This is what happens next:
Nick: (from his chair) Honeyyyyy?
Me: (from the bathroom) Yeah?
Nick: Is the milk bad?
Me: I don’t know; does it smell bad?
Nick: I don’t know; I can’t smell. Will you smell it for me?
Me: (meeting him in the kitchen) Of course! (smelling the cheerios) Bwagh! Yes, bad. Bad rotten bad ew bad. Don’t eat that. Dump it out.
Nick: I thought it tasted funny. . . .
(end scene)
September 29, 2010 at 8:17 am
I can’t tell you how many times we have had similar scenes at our house. At some point, one of the boys became the milk tester. He apparently has bionic taste buds, he can detect when milk will go bad in the next day or so.
September 29, 2010 at 12:02 pm
Which boy which boy?