I'm about to eat a tuna sandwich made by my very own self. I haven't had a tuna sandwich made by my very own self in some time.
Grandlad story, coming up!
Tuesday, while we were erranding with the lads in the car, we went to McDonald's for lunch. The grandlads had happy meals, while I had some Chinese I'd picked up at the mall, and der B had a tunafish sandwich he's picked up at Subway. (We did have drinks from McDonalds, two hot teas, thank-you.)
Alex, the seven-year, looked at what we were eating and made a face. "Why do adults eat such yucky stuff?"
I explained to him that, as people get older, their tastes change. What tastes great to someone his age doesn't taste so good later in life, and what you think you'll never like early on tastes great when you mature.
He was having none of this. With the assuredness of his age, he declared that he wouldn't let this happen to him. We told him it would, whether he wanted it to happen or not. He countered with the idea of having his taste buds removed. But that would mean having his tongue removed, since that's where his taste buds are located, we told him.
Of course, this devolved into talking without tongues. Given the chance, grandkids are lots of fun.
