As a child, Austin was a very finicky eater. Once, when the Hudson-Lapores were visiting us in Eugene, Gregg asked if I had any Ramen noodles in the house. I said, "I do, but I think the package has been in the cabinet for several years."
"That's okay," said Gregg. He boiled them up and Austin was happy eating the noodles.The next question was, "Do you have any ice cream?" Apparently Ramen noodles and ice cream were the only things that Austin, then age four, would eat at the time. I said we had some orange sherbet. Dubiously, we served up a small bowl for him to try and stood by expectantly.Austin, more kneeling than sitting on my kitchen stool stool, looked at the orange substance, took a small spoonful, and gave it a thoughtful taste. "Gee, I like this fruity ice cream," was his response.
We were so relieved.
"That's okay," said Gregg. He boiled them up and Austin was happy eating the noodles.The next question was, "Do you have any ice cream?" Apparently Ramen noodles and ice cream were the only things that Austin, then age four, would eat at the time. I said we had some orange sherbet. Dubiously, we served up a small bowl for him to try and stood by expectantly.Austin, more kneeling than sitting on my kitchen stool stool, looked at the orange substance, took a small spoonful, and gave it a thoughtful taste. "Gee, I like this fruity ice cream," was his response.
We were so relieved.
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