It's what's for dinner

Just heard a great story. And you know how I like great stories. A lot. Yep.

So my sister in law and her family were having some neighbors over for dinner. She had worked all day to cook a delicious roast. They rarely have roast, so everyone was excited. Well almost everyone.

The time had come to sit up at the table and eat. As Shaneequa (whose name has been changed for her protection) started to serve the roast, her 3 year old refused to have any. She passed him up and served the rest of the family and the guests, and everyone started eating.

"Terrence (whose name has been changed for his protection), you don't you want any roast?" she asked. "No!" he said. The rest of the family started eating and commenting on how good the roast was. "Mmmmmm Terrence. This is GOOD roast." But Terrence wasn't budging. He didn't want any.

Finally Shaneequa asks, "Terrence, why don't you want any roast?"

"Mom," says Terrence, "I don't like eating poo."