Scooby Doo and the Mysterious Salad

Erykah came down to my apartment last night to have her scooby socks repaired. Remember those little white socks back in the day that had the pom pom on the back that hung out over the edge of your shoes? Well, nowadays, the little white socks have non-slip stuff on the bottom with cute colourful graphics on 'em and the "pom poms" are much more creative i.e. Scooby Doo's head. So scooby's head had fallen off and being that my sister is not domestically inclined, Auntie Myrna had to (I say HAD as though I was an unwilling participant...ha!) sew it back on. Just a couple of minutes and the scooby socks were as good as new.

A short time later, after visiting treehousetv.com on the computer for a little while, Erykah stated that she was "kinda hungry" and I asked her if she would like to have some of my salad for supper. She agreed and sat down at the table.

"Uh, what's that?" she asked, pointing
"Those are pine nuts." I replied
"Oh"
Silence...
"Auntie Myrna, what do pine nuts taste like?"
"They're good. Try 'em." I say, pouring dressing on our salads.
She picks one up.
"I dun like 'em." she decides and she smacks her lips together and kinda sticks out her tongue as if to emphasize the "blech".
"Ok," I say, "Well just eat the greens and the cheese with the dressing then."
She picks up a tidbit of cheese and eats. I have already begun digging in and notice out of the corner of my eye that she has scrunched up her nose in that "I'm not too sure about this" pose.
"Um, Auntie Myrna? I think I need more sauce."
"Okay" and I pour on a little more of the orange coloured PC mango salad dressing.
I continue to eat and try not to pay attention to Erykah as she continues sampling this new salad.
But, she has decided.
"Um, Auntie Myrna...this salad tastes kinda Mys-te-ri-ous..." breaking down every syllable to punctuate the word. She puts down her fork.
"Mysterious, eh?"
"Yeah, I think I wanna go have my dads supper. He's having meat!"

Ha! Ha! I was chuckling to myself on the inside but tried to remain non-chalant on the exterior and simply stated, "I'm almost done now and then I'll bring you upstairs."

"Ok Auntie Myrna"

I later deliver her back to her father for supper. I guess Auntie's are only good for so much...I'll have to stick with sewing Scooby socks and keep the salads for myself.