At the dinner table this evening...
Andrew: Mommy, what is that on your veg-et-a-bulls?
Me: It's shredded cheese.
Andrew: Can I have some?
Me: Sure. I'll get you a little bowl to use.
Andrew: No, mommy. I don't need a bowl. I'll just lick it off my plate. Oh, and mommy, I don't want Farmer John cheese. I want pizza cheese. What's that called? Mostarella?
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Who knew he is such a cheese expert. You'll have to take him to Switzerland someday where each canton has it's own particular cheese and each is more delicious than the previous one. Or maybe he isn't ready for those subtleties yet.
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