G got his first taste of mango the other night. This is what he thought about it:
“Seriously, Mother?? You expect me to eat this slimy stuff?”
“Oooh! What’s that?”
“This black stuff looks much more tasty than your mangoes.”
.::insert grunting and groaning::.
“But alas I cannot reach it. I must not have inherited my aunt Julie’s super freaky frog tongue. Let me see what happens when I bring it to me, instead of vice versa…”
“Um. Dude. This black stuff is stubborn. I can’t even gnaw it off with my one toof. Got anything more palatable than this crap, Mom?”
So then we switched to Pasta Vegetable Medley. And this is what he thought about that: