Last night, I realized exactly how much Ellie is like her Dad, and her Papa. For dinner last night, we made schnitzel, mashed potatoes, mushroom gravy, and red cabbage.
Tom loves gravy. For those of you who don't know, I bet him $20 to drink from the gravy boat at Thanksgiving one year in front of everyone. There was no hesitation, and he glady drank from the gravy boat. Last night, Ellie decided that she also loves gravy, and ate a ramakin full of mushroom gravy with a spoon, then asked for more. YUCK. I intended the gravy to be more like dip for her....
My Dad, Ellie's Papa, loves ketchup. He puts it on just about every meat product I can think of, and even in some soups. During dinner last night, after finishing her gravy, Ellie informed me that she needed some pink dip. The only thing I could think of was ketchup, so I gave her a ramakin of ketchup. Instead of dipping her meat in it, Ellie dipped her red cabbage in it. I was a little apprehensive about giving her the cabbage to begin with, but she ate it, and seemed to really enjoy it with ketchup on it. When she was out of cabbage, she ate the rest of the ketchup with a spoon.
I am questioning whether or not Ellie is related to me at all at this point.
1 comment:
at least Ellie uses a spoon for her ketchup. Corrine *still* insists on using her fingers.
oh, and lets not forget to follow that up with using the hair as a napkin.
idiots. I spawned idiots.
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