So I made a delicious eggplant curry today, and when I served it up (to me and Neil because it was a bit spicy) Abby goes “Ew. That’s poo. That’s disgusting” – whaaaaat!?
Then, even after we explained to her that it wasn’t poo and it was dinner, she goes “Poos go in the toilet. You don’t touch poos.” OMG. Little Miss Know-it-all. The curry isn’t for you anyway so just let me enjoy my plate of poos.
I am so glad this wasn’t at someone’s house, or at a restaurant!