She comes back in here with a package of crackers and the light is hitting her big green eyes perfectly, so I take her picture and open her crackers. I tell her how pretty I think she is, and she gives me a big hug, looks up at me and asks, "Are those mushroom cookies?"
I look at her like the nut that she is, and I say, "No, crazy, those are cheese crackers."
"But I don't like mushrooms!," she wails.
"Fine, those aren't mushroom crackers!"
She laughs and picks up the crackers and takes a sniff. "But why do they smell like mushrooms??"
She starts hanging off the chair, waving the upper part of her body in her classic woe-is-me theatrics and I tell her again that they are NOT mushroom and I flip the package over to show her the word 'cheddar' on the package. Doesn't matter, she's sure they're mushroom flavored.
What they ARE is smoked cheddar flavor. Which, to a lunatic four year old who loves truffled goat cheese, but disdains 'mushrooms,' are much the same.
Grilled cheese flavor, however, is acceptable.
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