They aren’t picky, they’re discerning, just like us. Where do you take your children and what do you order for them?
I think because we live in Los Angeles, we are lucky to expose the kids to lots of different foods. They do get confused sometimes, though.
Today I suggested to the boy that he stop at Samosa House for some naan. The conversation follows:
My son: Okay, I like Samoan bread.
Me: Samoan?? It’s Indian.
Him: What? Samosa, Samoan. Or Somali. I don’t know, I thought it was something exotic. [sheepish grin]
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