My daughter told me that she was asked to try “gross food” at school today.
“Gross food, Daddy. Black food. Black, gross food. Black and gross.”
I was admittedly concerned at first, unable to conjure the image of what might constitute a black and gross food.
After some questioning, it turns out that she was served olives.
I agree with her opinion wholeheartedly.
It also places her in good standing after my son’s recent traitorous stand on peas.
