While looking in the fridge for pickles, E found the pesto. I foolishly suggested that it tasted like grass and E wouldn’t like it. In a bit to prove me wrong she tasted it and insisted that “Mmm I do like it Mummy”.
I didn’t think much more of if it. We proceeded to have our cheese and crackers in the sun.
And then I saw this:
Of course it makes sense, pesto tastes nice, pesto tastes like grass, ergo grass crackers must taste even better. My child is very literal.