Sunday, November 8, 2009

Captain obvious, hard at work

I buy deli meat every week for my son & husband to have in their lunches. Mister C insists on turkey, Master J prefers ham. I almost always buy the same kind of ham because Master J really likes it. Mister C has eaten this same ham numerous times. And yet, his powers of observation (or lack thereof) never cease to amaze me. Case in point...

Mister C (while cooking ham & eggs): Every time I cook with this ham it smells like I'm cooking maple syrup.

Me: Umm, that's because it's maple glazed honey ham.

Mister C: What? Why would you start buying that all of a sudden?

Me: I've been buying it for over a year because it's what Master J likes.

Mister C: Well I don't like it. You should just buy regular ham.

Me: Or, you could just eat the turkey that you insist you prefer.

Mister C (eating and mumbling to himself): It tastes like maple syrup.

I'm not sure which is worse: that he apparently has no taste buds, or that he eats something he insists he doesn't prefer at all.