NO MORE CHEECE

Magoo has become addicted to string “cheece.”Â  After 2 string cheeces yesterday, I had a hard time explaining to Laylee why I was rejecting his pitiful cries for more cheece.  The bowels, the stoppage.  Dude, mom.  It’s just cheece.

I explained ad nauseum about variety and how our bodies will only grow healthy and strong if we eat a lot of different foods.  If we eat the same thing every meal we’ll die a hideous constipated death, etc.

Laylee:  Okay then.  What’s for dinner?
Me:  Oh.  I’m making cheese sandwiches.

Yes I did. 

No she didn’t.

But if she had, I would have explained that cheese sandwiches use orange cheese, which might as well be from a different planet than string “cheece.”Â  They’re not even pronounced the same.