Saturday, November 8, 2008

Genetic encoding

THE SCENE: Roving Lemon (RL), DP, and Miss B sit at the kitchen table, finishing off lunch. At her place, RL has a small bowl of pickles she brought out to eat with her sandwich, several of which Miss B has filched to eat with her soup, cheese, and crackers. Two small pickles are left in the bottom of the bowl, which Miss B eyes longingly. RL passes over the bowl.

Miss B eats the last two pickles, then picks up the bowl and starts drinking the juice.

DP (getting up from the table to clear): OMG, that is disgusting! (Points a finger accusingly at RL) That is YOUR fault!

RL (protesting): What?! She's never seen me do that! I haven't done that in....years!

Miss B (smacking her lips): Mmmmm....spicy in my mouth, Mummy!

That's my girl.


Cath said... Best Blogger Tips

Funny! I have a huge sour/acid tooth so it makes sense to me, too.

Thanks for stopping by my blog; I hope I can keep being useful and interesting for you.

KJ said... Best Blogger Tips

Girl after my own heart, B. I've been known to stick a straw in that pickle juice and drain the jar. (Not in front of the children). We'll keep it our salty little secret.

Pyrus said... Best Blogger Tips

And we shall know her by her devotion to the salt ...

And we shall call her one of Our Own ...

Has she done the olive fingers thing yet?

Roving Lemon said... Best Blogger Tips

Cath - thanks to you for stopping by too!

KJ - apparently hiding these habits from the children isn't enough--they instinctively can't resist the lure of the brine!

Pyrus - no, she hasn't embraced olives yet, but at this rate, I expect it any day. Her cousins will be so proud!

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