We got our fruits and veggies from the co-op today, and while I was unpacking them Owen kept asking for bits and pieces. He arranged them all nicely on a plate. I was getting kind of excited that Mr. Picky might actually want to try something new. Nope.
"Mom, this is poison. We have to leave it here for a long time, then we'll take it camping and burn it in the fire and then we'll put on people to be poison!" Oh well.
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