We know that Autumn has a wicked sense of humor. It definitely struck again yesterday, around dinner time. We also know that she does weird things with her food. She'll turn her nose up at the simplest, yummy things that normal kids eat...and then turn around and mix crap that should never be mixed.
Example? Rosemary garlic bread with strawberry juice/fleshy bits rubbed all over it, topped with mashed potatoes, ham chunks, and some shredded cheese. All of these were components of her dinner, but we certainly didn't intend for her to mix them this way, take a bite, and then actually enjoy it.
My mom said, "Autumn, maybe you should be a chef when you grow up!"
Autumn responded, "What's a chef?"
"A chef is someone who makes food for people, they mix things up like you just did," said my mom.
Autumn declared, "Yes, I'll be a sandwich maker when I grow up!" (As a side note, I hope for her that she's a fancy sandwich maker, gourmet sandwiches or something...not a Whopper flopper.)
We all snickered at her decision; it changes weekly with her. Last week she wanted to be a "tractor girl" because Papoo (my dad) was taking her on tractor rides in the yard.
"What will you call that sandwich?" I asked, pointing at that nasty piece of bread.
Autumn paused--probably for the drama and suspense because we knew her answer would be a good one--and said...
"A Hamster!"
She even felt the need to explain, "It's because it has ham on it!" Oh, sweet Auttie Girl. :)
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