Upon learning that we were having something new for dinner...Swedish meatballs...Michael announced,
"I don't like those. I tried them once before I was born, and I didn't like them."
Nice try kid. But maybe he was right...he tried a microscopic bite and didn't like them. Amazing how he knew ahead of time (grumble, grumble, grumble).
Also, he was helpful when Andrew had a question for us during dinner:
Andrew: Mom? What if I don't like the meatballs, but I want to eat the noodles underneath? What then?
Michael: You can just scoop them right into the sink. Down the dark hole.
Trouble, that one.
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Aunt Sara and Uncle Colum are very amused!
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