In the car, after the children spent some time with a babysitter:
Me: So, what did you guys do today?
Mgazi: We watched tv and played games.
Zaffy: We ate a snack.
Mgazi: I licked the bottom of Zaffy’s foot.
Me: Ew! What in the world? Why would you do something like that?
Mgazi: It tasted like apple juice.
Me: Mgazi, that’s disgusting.
Zaffy: I don’t know, Mom. I think it’s a compliment.
Hahaha! This made my day! And of course it is a compliment! Once, when my nephew was still little enough to be carried in my arms he kissed me on my head and told me my hair tastes like an old book. I was too shocked to ask for info on how on earth does he know how an old book tastes like…
I remember being in Camp Fire Girls when I was a kid. We were camping out and we made pancakes on these little stoves fashioned out of coffee cans. My friend, Jenny, said, YUCK, these pancakes taste like dirt. My Mom, who was a Camp Fire Girl Leader, said, Jenny, it’s too bad that you eat dirt.
I thought my Mom was a genius.
Hilarious! And what a great perspective. I can think of a lot worse things for a foot to taste like I guess.
I guess I can too, Hilary. Ewww… I just did.