This past weekend, HJ and I spent an afternoon watching a movie at the bf’s house. The bf and HJ were eating popcorn as we all relaxed on the couch.
“You no like popcorn?”
It’s true I don’t. “Nope I don’t, bud”
“Mom, you should just try it.”
I looked at him and said, “But, I don’t like it.”
“Just TRY it.”
This is something I say to him a lot at the dinner table, so I could see he was giving me a taste of my own medicine.
“Ok HJ, I will try it.”
I grabbed a piece of popcorn and threw it in my mouth. “Ugh, I don’t like it, it tastes like packing peanuts.”
HJ suddenly got a strange look on his face. It was a look of disgust and laughter all at once.
“MOM! IT TASTES LIKE PENIS?!?!” He said, looking completely confused.
I tried to hold back laughter. “No HJ, I said packing peanuts.”
Guess I need to emphasise my words a little more.