I made chicken noodle soup for dinner. Here’s how the conversation went:
Rebecca: “Guess what, everyone! I came home over the lunch hour during a very busy day to make you homemade chicken noodle soup, because I am the best mom ever.”
Olivia: “I don’t wike chicken noon-nul soup.”
Rebecca: “Yes! You do!”
Ava: “Me either Mom. Why can’t we go to Crush Sandwich for dinner?”
Rebecca: “I think you mean Smash Burger.”
Ava: “Yeah, that.”
Rebecca: “Ava, you love chicken noodle soup. It’s just like Gramma Great’s!”
Ava: “Oh yeah? THEN WHAT IS THIS GREEN STUFF?”
Rebecca: “…celery?”
Ava: “Gramma Great DOES NOT put celery in her soup. Also, what is this OTHER green stuff?”
Rebecca: “Um….dill.”
Ava: “Mom. Seriously.”
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All of this aside, they both had three bowls!
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Posted by Rebecca's Mom on February 17, 2011 at 7:14 pm
Very cute!
Posted by Karyl on February 17, 2011 at 8:03 pm
Maybe you should serve them spaghettios – a staple for our kids when they were growing up – and then the thought of chicken noodle soup would be so welcome!
Posted by jsmith425 on February 17, 2011 at 9:24 pm
Love this story…it’s so hilarious.
Posted by Laura on February 18, 2011 at 3:43 pm
“Noon-nul” is the best pronunciation of noodle I’ve ever heard!
Posted by nmcelfresh on February 21, 2011 at 1:42 pm
That conversation sounds very familiar 🙂 Though, usually Colin tells me (as I’m making dinner), “I’m not going to try that, Mom. I won’t eat it.”