Signs of Intelligence

On the way home from swim lessons last night, we were trying to decide what to do about dinner. The kids started getting antsy about their propositions and, frankly, more than a little annoying and pushy. So I decided to grab the bull by the horns, so to speak:

“What’s food do you hate most?” I asked the lass. She replied peppers; so I told them we were going to a restaurant that served peppers for dinner. The Wife laughed, the lass didn’t.

Next to play- the boy.

His first reply was “I’m not going to tell you because then that’s where you’ll take us. Besides, you already know what I don’t like.” Which is true- inexplicably he hates pasta. Possibly the only child on earth who hates pasta.

Then, he said “Dad, I hate hamburgers.”

Now, it was my turn to laugh. If there’s one food he enjoys more than anything in this world, it’s hamburgers. He is a miniaturized Wimpy- he’d gladly trade a hamburger from tomorrow for a hamburger today. Or something like that.

So what did they end up eating? The lass had a hamburger. The boy had… half a tuna-fish sandwich with New England chowder.

Go figure.