Saturday, November 15, 2008
For dinner a couple of months ago, we had hamburgers and a veggie tray with my favorite veggie dip.
Ben goes, "Kar, this dip is so good. What are the green specks in it?"
"Ahhh... dill. Now, is it dill that your dad hates?"
"No, my dad hates garlic." [I'll have to blog about that later. There is a whole big story to his deep hatred of anything garlic.]
"Ohhh. I thought it was dill. Are you sure it isn't dill that he hates?"
Dylan was silently glowering at us during this conversation, but he does a lot of glowering, so I didn't pay much attention. And then he bursts out with: "Yes, grandpa DOES like me!!"
Dill... Dyl. You see the correlation he made there. So I chuckled and explained that we were talking about dill, the spice, not Dyl, him.
Dylan started giggling. "That's a little bit funny," he says.
I say, smiling, "You're a little bit funny."
Dylan says, "No, I'm REALLY funny."