Strange Conversations with My Child

Some of you may have read this one on twitter/facebook, but being his mother, I think it bears repeating:

Andrew: Mama, you ever ride a bull?

Me: Absolutely not!

Andrew: Well, then you're not a real cowgirl.

I find it funny that he even for 10 seconds thought I was a cowgirl. I fell off my horse (pony) when I was four. I've never been a big fan of riding. I'll rub the horses' noses, but I don't remember the last time I rode. Epic fail in the cowgirl department.

This next conversation took place while he watching a show with whales on it:

Andrew: What do whale's eat?

Me (only half listening): Fish I guess.

Andrew (annoyed): No Mom, they're gentle giants. They eat plankton.

Why does he ask? And where did the term "gentle giants" come from?

Last night I fried okra from my parents' garden, but Andrew doesn't like fried okra so I grabbed a squash and sautéed it in butter for him. Normally, I sautée our veggies in a little olive oil, but since it was for Andrew I figured the butter wouldn't hurt:

Andrew: Something is wrong with this squash.

Me: It's just squash. You eat squash all the time.

Andrew: No it's different. You cooked it in butter. I don't like my squash cooked in butter.

How did he know? Little food snob.

Patrick and Andrew had cinnamon toast for breakfast, and Patrick put A LOT of cinnamon and sugar on his:

Me: Wow, Dad put a lot of sugar on his!

Andrew (deadpan without looking up): Yep, he sure did. Probably gonna die from all that sugar.

That's my child . . .