My imaginary child: Mom, why have you added okra to my breakfast milk?
Me: baby, try it and tell me if it is okra or something else.
IC: but it looks like deep fried okra.
Me: it isn't okra, and let me show you. (takes a few spoonfuls and eats) see, i told you. Go on, have your breakfast.
IC: I don't trust this. You'd eat anything and everything when you are hungry. Let me have my regular glass of milk.
Even my imaginary child knows what a foodie I am.
Me: baby, try it and tell me if it is okra or something else.
IC: but it looks like deep fried okra.
Me: it isn't okra, and let me show you. (takes a few spoonfuls and eats) see, i told you. Go on, have your breakfast.
IC: I don't trust this. You'd eat anything and everything when you are hungry. Let me have my regular glass of milk.
Even my imaginary child knows what a foodie I am.
