Yesterday, my sister and I went to market. We bumped into an old friend, who works in seafood. He sells me two pounds of sockeye salmon--the best Alaskan salmon I've ever tasted and quite expensive I might add--for less than what I usually pay for a pound and a half of white tiger shrimp...CHEAP!!
So today I make this great Sunday dinner with one of the sockeyes(they are that big.) I call Selah in to eat. Put the salmon and vegetable linguine sautee that I prepared to go with it on her favorite Hello Kitty plate.
She starts to eat and puts her fork down. "Mama, I can't eat this."
"Why?" I ask.
"Because if I eat this fish it'll be like me eating IceCream(her goldfish.) I could never eat my fish. That's sad."
Now I'm shocked. First of all. She's wasting good sockeye. Two. She just hit a cognitive skill milestone for her age. And three. We've watched Dear Frankie way too many times.
And guess what? As I am typing right now, she's bringing the DVD in here for us to watch it again. And what's even funnier? We both love to watch the same scene-the aquaruim scene. I like watching Gerard Butler in easy view; She likes watching the cute fish. Go figure. :)
Dee
The Pruning Principle
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