Last Saturday, Aunt Karin and I had decided to have Italian food for supper - were almost at the restaurant, in fact - when we noticed a sign on an adjacent restaurant advertising a lobster fest. We instantly and simultaneously decided we wanted lobster and, since the restaurant with the sign didn’t seem kid-friendly, we headed to [1] Red Lobster. (I love my GPS!) I said that I wondered if there would be a special that included shrimp. Reid piped up from the back seat, “I want shrimp!” That caught me off-guard. I offered Reid shrimp on her birthday and she wouldn’t even touch one. Aunt Karin explained that Shea had ordered popcorn shrimp one night and Reid had tried it and liked it. Of course, if Shea ate cardboard covered in sawdust, there is a very good chance that Reid would like it. At the restaurant, Reid ate breaded shrimp and some cooked in garlic butter and then turned her attention to the crab legs. Fighting to get to the food, especially when tools are involved, appeals to Reid. She was less interested in the lobster tail. I think it seemed to mundane, laying on the plate, waiting to be eaten with no tail to pull off and no exoskeleton to be cracked.

I’m always pleased that Reid will try most foods but it might be okay if she turned her nose up at some of the more expensive ones. ;+)