From the Mouths of Babes

Tonight, Scott and I went out to dinner with my Aunt Patti and surprise guest Grace. Eating out with Grace is an experience, to say the least. When we placed our orders, she piped up decisively to the waitress when it came to be her turn that she wanted a cup of soup like mine in addition to the grilled cheese sandwich our aunt ordered for her.

When the soup arrived, Grace was thrilled: It had big mushrooms in it! Grace, though only four, has a decided preference for foods most kids would turn up their noses at, such as any and all meats, seafood (including straight-up imitation crab), cheeses and veggies like mushrooms and black olives. Also, the only beverages she likes are plain water and Arby's Jamocha shakes. However, she doesn't like bread much -- go figure.

Anyway, after eating her soup mostly with her fingers for a while, she noticed that Scott had not ordered a cup as well.

"Scottie, why didn't you get any soup?" she asked.

We told her that he'd gotten a salad instead. But a salad just didn't cut the mustard for Grace.

"But don't you want something delicious to eat while you're on this date?" she asked. And then she took a big spoonful of her soup and stuck it in Scott's mouth.

"How romantic," I said.