Magoo has become addicted to string “cheece.”Â After 2 string cheeces yesterday, I had a hard time explaining to Laylee why I was rejecting his pitiful cries for more cheece.Â The bowels, the stoppage.Â Dude, mom.Â It’s just cheece.
I explained ad nauseum about variety and how our bodies will only grow healthy and strong if we eat a lot of different foods.Â If we eat the same thing every meal we’ll die a hideous constipated death, etc.
Laylee:Â Okay then.Â What’s for dinner?
Me:Â Oh.Â I’m making cheese sandwiches.
Yes I did.Â
No she didn’t.
But if she had, I would have explained that cheese sandwiches use orange cheese, which might as well be from a different planet than string “cheece.”Â They’re not even pronounced the same.