Michael made lunch yesterday. I suggested tuna. Hannah began to eat hers and made a funny face. “Umm, this tuna tastes funny. Mama, is there something in the tuna?”
I referred her to Michael, because I didn’t know.
“I put mustard in it,” said Michael, “that’s how my mom made it when I was young.”
Mentally noting that Naomi was probably not going to like it, I said, brightly, “Oh, mustard, you like mustard – you put it on your burgers.”
Hannah’s response, “Well, it’s okay. I just wanted to make sure I wouldn’t get food poisoning.” Who can blame her?
I tasted the tuna and decided I’d have something else…it was not mustard like we put on burgers, but the spice. Which is fine, but I don’t prefer it in my tuna, apparently.
Naomi put a bite of tuna in her mouth and immediately began crying. She didn’t like it.
Michael began to feel ganged up on. “I guess I’ll just let you make the lunch next time.”
“You can still make the lunch, just don’t put mustard in the tuna.”
“Okay, unadulterated tuna next time.”
Later, he was preparing some peaches for the kids to eat. Naomi, with a concerned voice, “Did you adulterate the peaches, Dada?”
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