Yesterday evening, when Melina came to the table to eat dinner, she looked at the meal that I had set at her place. Her lip started to quiver, and she put her head down. I saw a few tear drops hit the floor, and I had no idea what the problem was.
Me: Melina, what is wrong?
Melina: I didn't want bean soup. I wanted pasta.
Me: But you love bean soup. What's wrong with the bean soup?
Melina: If I drop the bean soup on my dress, it will stain.
Apparently, Melina is more concerned with fashion that with food. God help me.
3 comments:
are you SURE she wasn't left on your doorstep? that's hilarious and made me laugh out loud. thank you.
I swear, Julie! I remember almost having her on the floor of my bedroom. Somehow, she got the recessive fashion genes (by the way, I just inadvertently wrote jeans instead, and needed to correct it!).
O.M.G.
Majestic in her materialism
Entertainer
Liberace-esque
Ironic
Narcissistic (take this as a joke)
Angelic
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