Today at lunch, Chickpea asked for one of her favorites, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich taco. It’s exactly what it sounds like – peanut butter and jelly rolled up in a tortilla. And she actually calls it a peanut butter and jelly sandwich taco – she doesn’t omit the word “sandwich.”

So anyway, as I was making her “taco,” this was our conversation:

CHICK: Can I have some of that yellow cheese from America with it?

ME: You mean the cheddar cheese? You want it on your taco?

CHICK: Yes.

ME: That would be kinda gross.

CHICK: But I want it on the side. Then it wouldn’t be gross.

ME: (hesitating) Okay…

CHICK: And can I have some ketchup?

ME: Chick, that would be really gross with peanut butter and jelly. Trust me.

CHICK: No, not the spicy kind, the regular kind! (they make several types of ketchup here, one of which is spicy)

ME: Well, regular ketchup would be gross, too.

CHICK: No, it would be good, because it would be on the side. Trust me.

So we sat down for lunch, and then…

CHICK: Can I have some sausage? (“sausage” is her word for Ranch dressing. I don’t know why.)

ME: What?

CHICK: Yes, on the side. And don’t say that would be gross, because it won’t. It will be delicious.

And so today, Chickpea’s lunch was peanut butter and jelly rolled up in a tortilla, with a side of cheddar cheese, ketchup, and Ranch dressing. And every bit was eaten.

Okay, and just to top off the randomness – Kabob is currently watching Nacho Libre, one of his birthday gifts. Chickpea walked in and saw a scene of people in the Catholic church. She then asked, “Ooh, are they having a luau?”

To her, a house church type of fellowship is the norm. She doesn’t remember the sit-in-chairs-and-watch-a-guy-at-a-pulpit kind of church anymore. Apparently, to her, that looks like a Hawaiian beach party with a pig on a spit.

posted: 08 July 23
under: chickisms, chickpea