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.