He: Mama, what for dinner?
Me: Chicken noodle soup! Homemade!
He: Aww, why you hafta everytime make things I don't like?
Me: No, this is great! If you're sick, it'll make you better, it's like medicine!
He: Mama. I ate this soup one time and then I got a liiiiiiittle bit sicker.
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Sniglet reminds me of my brother who always tried to talk his way out of everything.
He usually succeeded too. Darn him.
I had this conversation with Jules the other day: yes, I want them to eat my food-yes they must at least try it: no, I dont care if they end up with PB & J...
Do you make your own stock for the soup? and do you do egg noodles, maybe drop biscuits?
Yeah, this was homemade stock. And DrBob's favorite noodles (elbow macaroni, isn't that cute?), which the Sniglet also likes, sometimes. Drop biscuits happen occasionally, but I have to be feeling exceedingly June Cleaver-ish. Particularly because Ignatz is the only one who likes them.
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