Backfill and Jet Sayings

I wasn't doing much with computers while I was at Carl's and at the Con, so I'm having to backfill, it'll take me a while, too, as I'm *also* trying to catch up on sleep, which I've been well short of recently. *grin*

But there were two incidents I wanted to capture for my memory as well as insight for a friend on six-year-old synapse wealth...

Last night we were at Cold Stone Creamery, and Jet got rainbow sprinkles and white chocolate chips mixed into a "smoothie sorbet", which was actually quite nice and fat-free, which he didn't know, but hey, he liked it! He ate half of it, and then stopped. John asked him if he was done and Jet said, "Yeah. I'm done."

"What about the chocolate that's left?" I asked.

"It's too goaty." Said Jet.

John and I blinked, "Goaty?"

"Yeah. It's too goaty."

"Why is it goaty?"

"Goat cheese. Goat cheese is white and creamy like the chocolate, and I think it's too goaty to eat more of it." said my child.

"Ah. Okay." says I frantically trying to make some kind of connection to a comment I might have made about a farm cheese at the farmer's market or... something...

( Cut for folks get offended if dead human bodies aren't considered as relics of sorts. There is a pastor involved who did think it very funny, but... uhm... )

Backfill and Jet Sayings

I wasn't doing much with computers while I was at Carl's and at the Con, so I'm having to backfill, it'll take me a while, too, as I'm *also* trying to catch up on sleep, which I've been well short of recently. *grin*

But there were two incidents I wanted to capture for my memory as well as insight for a friend on six-year-old synapse wealth...

Last night we were at Cold Stone Creamery, and Jet got rainbow sprinkles and white chocolate chips mixed into a "smoothie sorbet", which was actually quite nice and fat-free, which he didn't know, but hey, he liked it! He ate half of it, and then stopped. John asked him if he was done and Jet said, "Yeah. I'm done."

"What about the chocolate that's left?" I asked.

"It's too goaty." Said Jet.

John and I blinked, "Goaty?"

"Yeah. It's too goaty."

"Why is it goaty?"

"Goat cheese. Goat cheese is white and creamy like the chocolate, and I think it's too goaty to eat more of it." said my child.

"Ah. Okay." says I frantically trying to make some kind of connection to a comment I might have made about a farm cheese at the farmer's market or... something...

( Cut for folks get offended if dead human bodies aren't considered as relics of sorts. There is a pastor involved who did think it very funny, but... uhm... )