“What’s for supper?”
“Tuber in soy sauce!”
Could this be the way to get them to stop asking?
One of my favorite C&H comix: Calvin looks in his dinner and says “Yuck. Rice.” Mom says “I didn’t put any rice in it. Those must be maggots.” Calvin: “Yum!!!” Dad: “My turn to be sick.”
I got so tired of being asked “What’s for dinner?” that I devised a way to make the question painful:
Q. What’s for dinner?
A. Food.
Q. What kind of food?
A. Edible.
Q. What kind of edible food?
A. Mystery meat and surprising side dishes.
A week of this, and the questions died away. They could smell it cooking and decided it wasn’t worth the frustration of asking me what it was.
Boy. I sure wish I had a couple of those days back again...
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