Tonight I brought home Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pies for my kids. These were one of the treats my grandmother had at her house each time we visited. I grew up thinking they were the best and blame them for my love of soft cookies.
Here's how my eldest reacted to this wonderful treat:
"Oh my God, I remember those from when I was a baby. They taste like rotten bugs."
Incidently she used the same description for the pulled pork I made for dinner. (Here's the recipe I use on FoodNetwork just substitute a crock pot.)
This is evidently her new, current best insult.
So, after she calmed down, we discussed WHY she got rotten bugs for breakfast.
Me: You said all the food I made yesterday tasted like rotten bugs. So today I gave you rotten bugs.
EG: Fine. Next time I'll say it tastes like donuts.
Yeah, she's quick like that. My future as a parent is going to be interesting.