We had biscuits today. My helpful six-year old starts to get the butter. "We don't need it, we'll use this instead," I said, putting down a trial batch of honey butter I had just made, on the theory that old-fashioned snack food had to be healthier than modern commercial snack food.
"What's that?"
"It's a surprise. Try some and I'll tell you what it is."
"I don't what that! I want the regular!"
"Have a taste."
He licks my finger. "I don't like that!"
He keeps protesting as the honey butter gets further down the table and more used up. Finally he cries, "Oh, all right!", flounces to the end of the table, and gets his biscuit slathered.
By the time he's set himself back down in his seat, the biscuit is gone. "I like that! Can we have that all the time?"
That may be a new turnaround time for new foods. As for the rest of the family, a three-way arm-wrestling contest nearly broke out between my husband and my teenage daughters over the last drop. I think this one's a keeper.
"What's that?"
"It's a surprise. Try some and I'll tell you what it is."
"I don't what that! I want the regular!"
"Have a taste."
He licks my finger. "I don't like that!"
He keeps protesting as the honey butter gets further down the table and more used up. Finally he cries, "Oh, all right!", flounces to the end of the table, and gets his biscuit slathered.
By the time he's set himself back down in his seat, the biscuit is gone. "I like that! Can we have that all the time?"
That may be a new turnaround time for new foods. As for the rest of the family, a three-way arm-wrestling contest nearly broke out between my husband and my teenage daughters over the last drop. I think this one's a keeper.
