In our family, we prefer to eat our food “out of the trash.”
Laylee – Can I please eat a cheese stick out of the trash? (Okay, maybe I inserted the please in there erroneously, but it’s possible she did actually say it.)
Me – NO! Yuck! (Maybe our “three second rule” is stretching to the point where I see Magoo eating something from the floor and am relieved to see it’s “just a cheerio” who-knows-how-old and I let him keep chowing away, but we do have SOME standards)
Laylee (tearing up) – Please can I have it out of the trash?
Me – No, but (handing her a string cheese) you can have a cheese stick out of the fridge.
Laylee – Please mommy please (handing it back and pulling at the wrapper). Can you take it out of the trash?
Me – Ahhhhh…….”out of the trash” = sans wrapper. Got it!
Oh how funny, that’s definitely one to remember.
I stumbled across your site, and right now I can’t stop laughing. I thought my family was bad: we eat things like slop, sticks and stones, and catastrophe(things that normal families would know as chicken casserole, macaroni with meat sauce, and scrambled eggs). Our preference for odd-ball names started when my son refused to eat eat normal food so I started renaming everything in hopes he’d think it was okay to eat it since it didn’t sound like healthy food.
Recently Ei has started dropping all fingerfood we give him down to the floor. Then as soon as we take him out of the high chair, he crawls over to where the food landed and sits there eating it. I’ve come to the point now when I think I’m just going to let him eat all his food that way.
The Daring One says
Moonface, you are a genius.
That is rad. Truly rad. Or it would have been rad in the early nineties. Now it is just a SWEET story. I’m relieved that Laylee wasn’t begging for actual food out of the trash.
Funny, funny, funny. You all are “trash talking” up there, are you? I knew Laylee was an early talker, but to be trash talking too??? …. when are you going to teach her some french and chinese? 🙂
Barb Szyszkiewicz, sfo says
Makes sense to ME!!! Oh, wait, that must be because I, too, have a 3-year-old at home.