Picky eaters

We took Laura out to eat last night - just her, no parents. We asked where she wanted to go, and she insisted on "the tortilla place." (that would be Del Taco) Nothing could persuade her to go somewhere else, so off we went. When Pa asked if she wanted Sprite or lemondaide, she said she wanted horchata. Seriously, what 2 1/2 year old requests horchata?!

On Friday, Looli put on FaceBook that Benz (3 years) was dipping his peanut butter and nutella sandwich in chipoltle ranch dressing. All I have to say about that is "pass the tums, please."

Several weeks ago, Mel flew with Brody from Seattle. He knew Brody (5 1/2) would be hungry, so he asked him where he wanted to eat. There was a Wendy's right in front of them. Brody said no, he didn't want that -- he'd show Papa where to eat. He pulled him across the food court to Ivar's seafood and said he wanted the "soup" (clam chowder). Brody drained the entire bowl.

What a bunch of funny eaters!