Sunday 16 September 2012

What are these supposed to be?

We're eating dinner.  Eva has mushrooms left on her place.  She spears one with her fork and points it at me.

Eva: What are these SUPPOSED to be?
Dad:  They're supposed to be, and they are, mushrooms.  And you're SUPPOSED to eat them.
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