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They fed you WHAT?

Usually when we ask Henry what he had for lunch at school, he says "I don't know." Actually, that's his response to pretty much every question we ask him about his day.

So my ears perked up when we asked him earlier this week about what his noon meal was, and he said, "I had teeter-totter foods."

"Teeter-totter foods?" I questioned, wondering what sort of cockamamey concoction the preschool was serving my child.

He was adamant. "You know, teeter-totter foods. They are round and you dip 'em in ketchup."

Oh.

TATER TOTS.

(Note: There needs to be a new function on the Google translation program. It's one thing to translate from French or Italian or Spanish to English. It's quite another to decipher the cryptic linguistics of a 3-year-old.)

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Anonymous said…
Henry, I knew what you meant. I love teeter totter foods. French fries are yummy too. So is the paper wrapper with the grease. If you want something new, try going through the garbage and then eating the bag. It tastes like all the great food that was in it combined together.
Chilly Dog
9:52 PM
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