Edy eats

We were sitting around a table in a middle school cafeteria talking about our favorite foods while we waited for a volleyball tournament to finish. (No surprise that I was sitting there and not playing anymore, I sucked at volleyball. I thought the knee pads were smelly and nothing was worse then the sound of your skin rubbing across the linoleum floor of the gym.)

It came to my turn at the table. I said with ease "I love tuna fish sandwiches with apples in them."

At that age, I thought *everyone* loved tuna fish with apples... I didn't think what I was declaring was anything out of the ordinary, but staring back at me around the table were the looks, the mouths' open with disgust, the multiple 'eeewws'. From that point on, I've learned to say something a little more standard like lasagna or pizza (though I do love a sauerkraut pizza more than most).

But now, I'm sort of known for eating anything. Even my husband peers into a Tupperware and says 'you would eat that?' with a look of curiosity and slight disgust on his face. I shrug my shoulders and say something like "probably... if it doesn't smell".

So, the gene for eating anything has been passed on to Edy. Nothing is safe in a 2 foot radius. Her hands are like that of a ninja (just as we told the boys she would have).

Lick the carseat, sure.

Take a bite out of your handbag, Mommy? Yum.

Are you finished with this? 'Plate' was exactly what I wanted.


At least she looks slightly guilty.