Bad lunch.

For lunch today I asked Téodor to make me Taquitos, which are a crispy little tortilla rolled around tasty beef. There is a big bag of them in the freezer and you can heat them up on a baking sheet in the oven. He said that was not a very good lunch but that he would make it for me if I really wanted. I did really want that so he baked them, but then he played a trick on me. When the Taquitos were all done cooking, he put them all on a plate, but then he took one of them and unrolled it and let the beef fall out in the middle of a different plate all by itself. Then he gave me that one plate and said that if I could eat the alone beef, then I could have the rest. I would have eaten it but he pointed out how the beef looked like something you would find in a litterbox and could I imagine it coming out of a cat's butt.

I imagined that and then I didn't want to eat any of them. Instead, I went and practiced riding my tricycle as close to the edge of the patio as I could without falling into the grass.