Mim is sitting in the living room floor surrounded by change from the piggy bank. She's using it as onions and beans and whatever else to make "soup". (Yes, she has play food. She would rather use money. Maybe it's a girl thing.)
She says to Zaya, "Here's some broccoli soup, Zay!"
Zaya, sitting in a strange upside down position on the recliner, says, "I don't like broccoli."
"Yes you do, Zay!" (She's right, he does.)
"Well, but I'm not Zaya right now. I'm a Sea Pen."
"Okay, what do you like to eat."
"I eat tiny creatures from the bottom of the sea."
Mim, unfazed and using her best imitation of a lady from a crowded sandwich counter yells, "Tiny-creatures-from-the-bottom-of-the-sea Soup!"
Zaya...I mean, the sea pen... takes a bowl and enjoys it.
4 comments:
Oh well, she's learning how to adapt quickly to every whim...rename the soup and sell more, an old commercial trick.
We gals need to be quick on our feet!
Hooray for Mim!
I miss they days of my daughter's tea parties and food inventions in their little kiddie kitchen.
I must admit that I was never served tiny-creatures-from-the-bottom-of-the-sea soup.
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