Soup

Jill was up and sick on Saturday night so she stayed home from church with Bryan on Sunday morning. The two of them sat snug on the couch watching The Princess Bride together. Jill was enthralled by a scene during which Fezzik nursed a hungover Inigo Montoya back to health by feeding him soup. Then Inigo falls asleep in his soup.

Strangely, this set off in Jill a wild craving for soup. She talked about soup all day until Bryan made a great beef stew in the crockpot, warming the already sweltering kitchen to about 110 degrees. Jill was psyched and checked on the stew several times in the day while it cooked.

Fast forward to tonight. I heated up a bowl of soup for Jill for dinner. She HATED it and kept up a constant chatter about how unhappy she was with her meal. "Mom, I don't like this soup! Can you please get me A LOT of water so that I can rinse the soupy taste out of my mouth while I'm eating it?" "Is that an onion??!!" "Can I sit in your lap while I eat this soup? How many bites do I have to eat to get a treat?"

She is relentless, which cracks me up as long as the diatribe isn't aimed at me!