Dads say the darnedest things

Until you have I had my own children, I never really realized just how different two siblings could be from each other. OhPrincess2 has a problem, she's picky. When we go to other people's houses and they are providing food, the sometimes feel bad that she won't eat anything. We just tell them that it's OK, she doesn't like food. She doesn't like hamburger unless it's in Hamburger Helper, in spaghetti or in the form of a plain hamburger. Deviate from that and she doesn't like it. Sigh.

OhPrincess1 on the other hand is the complete opposite. She loves to explore new foods and until she tries something, has no opinion. That's not to say there are things she won't eat. There are things like that. She's not a huge fan of really spicy but for the most part, even if it's not her favorite, she'll eat it.

At the ripe old age of 11, she's taken a curiosity to the kitchen. I might have been the same age when I wanted to learn how to cook. My interest mostly came from the fact that I was hungry and if I want food outside of the window of time mom was cooking, I had to do it myself. I grew tired of the quick and easy, what can I say.

This is a quick conversation I had with my oldest daughter this weekend.

Dad: "You know sweetheart, with your love of food and interest in cooking, when you grow up, you should be a chef."

OhPrincess1: "But dad, when I grow up I want to work with animals."

Dad: "Well...."

OhPrincess1: "DAD! I want to work with LIVING animals!"

Dad: "Well...you know lobster is..."

OhPrincess1: "Dad..."

Have a great day!