That Makes Me Puke!

Now that we are three and a half...there's been an increase in eye-rolling and witty snippets. Last night, I told Pickle that dinner was ready. She sidled up to the bar, set a disgusting dog toy down, and looked at me.

"What IS THAT?" {with snotty scrunched up face}

I said, "dude, peanut butter and honey sandwiches, shaped like Christmas trees." 

Immediate whining..."no."

"Um, YES."

"I want apple jush."

"You can have water with your dinner."

"No, I'm not eating that."

"Well, this is all you're getting...so please try."

"NO. THIS IS YUCKY...it will make me puke!"

{What.The.Foxtrot.} "It will make you puke? What makes you say that?"

"It's disgusting. I don't want to puke." Screaming like a wild banshee.

"I'm done. You're exhausted, we're going to bed."

Screaming.

Doesn't this sandwich spread look soooo disgusting? I know, I'm soooo mean. And where the hell did we learn that food is going to make us "puke"? Aweshum.

Happy Election Day...

PS: yes, Mom...I realize that this is another karmic moment. :)