We had lunch with a friend and her kids this weekend. At a pizzeria. Where she ordered a bowl of green beans. That her kid ate. All. Of. Them. Her son tried offering B. a green bean which he looked at with a mix of confusion, revulsion, disdain and disinterest. So there goes the theory of positive peer pressure.
It was sort of the same look that B.'s best friend gave his mom over dinner Saturday night. We were all out for...drumroll...quesedillas and B. was playing with my iPhone so K. gave her son a toy Mickey Mouse phone and he just looked at her like, "Lady, are you nuts? You know this is just a lame toy. Gimme a smartphone at least. Something, anything but this. How dare you try to fool me?!" If looks could kill she would have been a puddle of goo between the salsa and guacamole. Hee-larious.