The second time it happened was at the Air Museum. We stopped at the lunch shack to grab sandwiches. Mr. Intensity choose a grilled cheese.
One bite and he declared, "That cheese is yucky!"
It was "processed cheese food" - you know, Velveeta.
An adult said, "What? Don't you like grilled cheese?"
Mr. Intensity said, "Yes, I like cheese just not that cheese."
I wasn't sure if I was proud of his discerning palate or sad that we spent $5 on one bite.
[The first time this scenario happened, it was with neighborhood kids who were having a "picnic" in the courtyard. I grimaced that he ate white bread and "cheese" slices. But after one bite he declined the delicacies and I rejoiced! Silent victory.]
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