New Supper Conversations

Tonight, Sam decided to outdo last night's conversation. It began with his request for more tomato. Usually we can easily handle that request, but tonight we had sweet potatoes and sliced tomatoes at supper. "Why does that present a problem," you are no doubt asking yourself. That is because Sam has decided that potatoes are called tomatoes. We've tried to convince him otherwise, but to no avail. When Granade stubbornness kicks in, it usually does so in high gear and only a breakdown stops its progress. So when he asked for more tomato, we weren't sure which he meant.

"Do you want more sweet potato or more red tomato?" Joy asked, exaggerating each word.

"More tomato!" Sam replied. Joy got up and went to get more tomato and Sam started crying, "More tomato, Mama!" over and over again. I diligently offered him some more sweet potato and he continued to cry about needing more tomato while scarfing down the sweet potato.

Crisis averted, Sam asked to look at the cars paper. I explained that the morning newspaper didn't include a cars section today, just the food section. Unfazed, Sam asked for the food paper. I handed it over and he immediately exclaimed "Oh My Goodness!" and began pointing to various things on the page, asking "Dada, what is it?" The conversation went as follows (and I'm not making this up):

Sam - "Dada, what is this?"
Me - "A cupcake."
Sam - "Dada, what is this?"
Me - "Some candied cranberries."
Sam - "Dada, what is this?"
Me - "Some cookies."
Sam - "Dada, what is this?"
Me - "A cupcake."
Sam - "Dada, what is this?"
Me - "A nun."

Now you know why Sam cried out when he saw the paper. How many times do you see nuns on the front of the food paper? Really, where else can you go from there?