Dinner time. We’re eating Quinoa With Moroccan Winter Squash and Carrot Stew:
Me: Do you like it? It’s quinoa. Quinoa is an ancient grain.
Him: What was it like when it was new?
[silence. I continue eating, not realizing I've been totally dissed.]
Other Him: Um, Mommy? Do you know what Daddy meant?
Me: No.
Other Him: He meant that you are old enough to have seen quinoa when it was new.
Me: Oh!
Both Hims giggle.
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I’m sorry to be giggling too. Please smack them both now and serve mush tomorrow. The ‘other him’ just cracks me up.
Tomorrow play ‘O Salutaris Hostia’, over and over, while serving Twice-Baked Turnip with Horseradish and Scurvy-Grass as the Main. They will grovel and fawn for forgiveness.