Momnesia

Lesson learned

We took Emmie to the Turkish restaurant in Evans. It's grilled and roasted meats, we reasoned. She'll be fine. Plus, she adores olives.

They brought out the basket of pita bread.

"Mmmm, quesadillas!" she squealed.

That should have been our first warning.

The rice was "gross and slippery." The meats were "too spicy." There was "salad on everything."

After taking her requisite one-bite of everything, which is our rule (you don't have to like it, but you have to try it), she refused everything else.

"Emmie, you won't get anything else to eat before dinner," I tell her, sternly. She whines and flops onto the seat of the booth. We order her to sit up.

She sighs heavily: "Do you guys see any udder kids here?"

'We guys' look around: "No, honey, why?"

"Because! Dats means they don't like dis food!"

I tried to hide my laughter, but Scott burst into gales right in front of her.

"You have to admit she has a point," he guffawed.

She did. Some things just do not appeal to kids' developing taste buds. And they are much more sensitive to spices.

We got her the feta cheese appetizer. She loved it. One day, she'll love Doner Kebab, too. Just not today.