The joke is on me

God has a sense of humor.

Here I was, happy in my non-pumpkin pie eating ways, and then I get a kid who likes pumpkin pie. Ane actually asked if there was any pumpkin pie at a church dessert social recently, and was thrilled that there was. She ate most of a piece.

Then we went to Baskin-Robbins last night for a treat after going to Tad’s preschool’s Jump Planet night (60 kids bouncing off inflatables – always fun!), and I noticed that they already have egg nog ice cream available.

Ane, who was eating a cone of rainbow sherbet (Tad had chocolate peanut butter), asked what egg nog was. I tried to describe it to her, but it’s another one of those foods/drinks that I don’t like, so it’s hard. The Webmaster likes egg nog, however.

So, when we were finished, the Webmaster got a sample spoon of egg nog ice cream for Ane. And she liked it.

I called Grandma to complain. “Your genes skipped a generation and went directly to her,” I said.

Of course, the Webmaster likes both pumpkin pie and egg nog, so maybe she’s just her father’s daughter.

And maybe I’m just weird.

4 Responses to “The joke is on me”

  1. Ressis
    October 23rd, 2009 08:16

    Yup, you’re the weird one.

  2. Doc
    October 23rd, 2009 09:52

    Brain has deliberately chosen red as his favorite color just to spite me I think …

  3. Dale
    October 23rd, 2009 09:10

    Does [Webmaster] like the store bought or the ‘real’ stuff?

  4. Webmaster
    October 23rd, 2009 14:40

    Yes, I do like the “real” stuff 🙂