Last night was hot dogs and mac n cheese for dinner. I have those nights on occasion, and at least that means I won't have to make Destructo a PB&J.
As I am making dinner, D.B. comes into the kitchen and tells me she likes mustard, that she had it at her godmother's house and she really likes mustard. Then, she skips away through the house. Five minutes later, she is back, asking for that corn stuff in a bottle. I am lost. She had corn stuff in a bottle with her chicken and potatoes at her godparents' house and she really likes the corn stuff in the bottle.
I open the fridge and show her the mustard bottle.
"Yeah! that stuff!" She says.
So she wasn't actually aware of what mustard was, or she managed to think it was one thing and corn stuff in a bottle (corn is yellow, hence corn in a bottle) was something else.
At least I got this one with minimal confusion. Sometimes she throws me for a loop better than any roller coaster.
