August 30, 2008

I Throw Up My Hands

Tonight I fixed egg burritos for dinner. (Some folk might call them breakfast burritos, but it was dinnertime, so we called them egg burritos.) I asked Tristan if he wanted one; he said yes.

When I served it to him, he took a bite, then started complaining. "There's cheese on it!"

"But you like cheese," I said.

"Not on my burrito."

Ginger asked Tristan if he wanted something else for dinner.

"Yes," he said.

"What would you like?" Ginger asked.

"A quesadilla."

2 comments:

Dan Mayes said...

Hilarious! Unspeakable frustration...

Try this out:
My kids have a mantra they say together when one of them starts complaining.

"You get what you get,
and you don't throw a fit."

Ellie said...

Yum! Burritos! Nice blog. Hope you come by and visit mine! :D