Sunday, April 12, 2009

Great Green Gobs of Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts

A short one today:

I made the boys some fish filets for dinner the other day.

"Is this the fish's guts?" Stewart asked.

"It's a fish and it's delicious," I said, immediately getting defensive, as Stewart is an extremely picky eater and I didn't like where this was headed.

"Yes, but are these the GUTS?" he insisted.

"Yes, I suppose so. But they're good," I replied grumpily.

To my surprise, he was THRILLED. "WHOA! Cool! We get to eat the fish's GUTS!!!" he exclaimed.

I must've had a weird expression on my face, because Owen explained helpfully; "He always wanted to eat the guts out of something."

He has been a little obsessed with "guts" every since we read "Runaway Ralph" and the children sing the song about "greasy, grimy gopher guts." But I had no idea we were dealing with a lifetime ambition, here.

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