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Archive for August 30, 2007
As heard at our table
August 30, 2007 by Barbara.
Mama: Would you like some cheese, Reid?
Reid: Is it white? (Mozarella)
Mama: Havarti with dill?
Reid: It’s Dyl cheese? Dylan cheese?
Daddy: Dill cheese. (Carefully enunciating the “i”)
Reid, looking at Mama with a smile: Dylan cheese?
Mama: Sure, baby. Do you want some?
Reid, after a taste: I don’t like Dylan cheese. You like it?
Mama: I do like Dylan cheese.
We’ve never had this sort of conversation when we eating pickles. Reid *really* wanted to like Dylan cheese - she really likes Dylan after all.
Have a great day. Don’t forget your sweaters - it’s chilly out there.
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