I was making food for Thanksgiving and Rowan wandered in asking for a snack. I offered him a spoonful of mashed potatoes, completely forgetting that he doesn’t like them. He takes a big mouthful and then freezes.
Rowan: Uhhhgh. I don’t yike deese. I don’t.
Me: Ok, ok! Don’t throw up. I forgot you don’t like them. Just spit them out! I’ll get you some apple juice.
Rowan: (After drinking for a long time.). Ugh. Dose are NOT marshmallows.